“And they heard you cry.”
“Well, of course! We had never been separated before.”
“And I was so happy that I didn’t even think that you might be unhappy. But you’ve forgiven me for that.”
“I was happy, too—for your happiness, sis, dear.”
“Then why did you cry so? That I never will understand.”
Nay, that the frail one would never understand until she should reach that Heaven where all the secrets of the earth are revealed. For it was here alone that the blind one had never been quite frank. Always she had answered, always she would answer, until they faced each other in that Heaven:
“People cry for joy as well as for sorrow, sis, dear.”
“But not so hard that they lose their eye-sight.”
“When one is worried the weakest part goes first. And the doctor said it was that way with me. My eyes were weak.” And then the fatalistic refrain: “It had to be.”
“But, sis, dear, why did you worry?”