"I tried to be."
"Then there is nothing to be troubled about. He is comforted for it now.
Don't you want to go down and see his mother?"
"I'm afraid to see her."
"She will comfort you. She is sure now that God loves her. I have been trying to teach her, and now God has taught her so that she can rejoice in his love. Whom the Lord loveth, she says, he chastens; and he knows how he has chastened her. If it were not for his love, Marjorie, what would keep our hearts from breaking?"
"Papa died, too," said Prue.
Marjorie went down to the parlor. Mrs. Kemlo was sitting at the grate, leaning back in her steamer chair. Marjorie kissed her without a word.
"Marjorie! The girls ought to know. I don't believe I can write."
"I can. I will write to-night."
"And copy this letter; then they will know it just as it is. He was with you so long they will not miss him as we do. They were older, and they loved each other, and left him to me. And, Marjorie—"
"Yes'm."