“Mamma! how can you bear it?”
“It was God’s will, and it is well with him, and I shall see him again,” said his mother, brokenly. But when she spoke in a minute her voice was clear and firm as ever.
“It will never be the same to any of us again. But you are wrong in one thing. All the good has not gone out of life because of our loss.”
“It seems so to me, mamma.”
“But it is not so. We have our work in the world just as before, and you have your preparation for it.”
“But I cannot make myself care for anything as I used to do.”
“There must be something wrong then, Davie, my boy.”
“Everything is wrong, I think, mamma.”
“If one thing is wrong, nothing can be right, David,” said his mother, stooping down and kissing him softly. “What did your father wish first for his son?”
“That I should be a good soldier of Jesus Christ. I know that, mamma.”