"Papa wasn't afraid. He grabbed. It was poor little Victor and you who got nothing."
"Victor has got a great deal."
"And you—you?"
"I've got all I want. I've got all there is. When everything's taken away, then God's there."
"If he's there, he's there anyhow."
"Until everything's taken away there isn't room to see that he's there."
When Catty came in with the lamp Aunt Lavvy went out quickly.
Mary got up and stretched herself. The pain had left off hammering. She could think.
Aunt Lavvy—to live like that for thirty-three years and to be happy at the end. She wondered what happiness there could be in that dull surrender and acquiescence, that cold, meek love of God.
"Kikeriküh! sie glaubten
Es wäre Hahnen geschrei."