"Yes," said Gerty.
"If you wish to become good and be forgiven, you must forgive others." Gerty said nothing.
"Do you not wish God to forgive and love you?"
"God, who lives in heaven—who made the stars?" said Gerty.
"Yes."
"Will he love me, and let me some time go to heaven?"
"Yes, if you try to be good and love everybody."
"Miss Emily," said Gerty, after a moment's pause, "I can't do it, so I s'pose I can't go."
Just at this moment a tear fell upon Gerty's forehead. She looked thoughtfully up into Emily's face, then said—
"Dear Miss Emily, are you going there?"