"Well, I am not surprised at that, my good woman. Did not our Lord have tears of blood in Gethsemani? Yet He was resigned. The end of His prayer was, 'Not my will, but Thine be done.' If we did not feel these things keenly, there would be little merit in being resigned to God's will."
"God bless you, Father, for saying that. I was afraid I was rebellious."
"Not at all. You were only human, only a mother."
Again she started to cry, and the priest sat silent.
After a moment he said, "And now, Mrs. Daly, remember that by offering up your sorrow to God for Willie, it becomes something precious in the sight of heaven, and will benefit his soul."
"Thank you, Father, I'll do like you say. But Father, you should see himself. I never thought he would take it so hard."
"Where is he?"
"Inside."
"Tell him to come here."
In a moment Mr. Daly came in. There were no signs of tears on his face, just a drawn, sad expression. His eyes were sunken and dull. He began first.