"She said 'Oh, Mrs. Rheid, it won't be if you get to Heaven, at last.'"
"I think not."
"But she doesn't expect to go to Heaven, she says. Mother says she's almost in 'despair' and she pities her so!"
"Poor woman! I don't see how she can live through despair. The old proverb 'If it were not for hope, the heart would break,' is most certainly true."
"Why didn't you come before?" asked Marjorie, caressing the hand that still played with the fan.
"Perhaps you never lived on a farm and cannot understand. I could not come in the ox-cart because the oxen were in the field, and every day since I heard of your accident your uncle has had to drive your aunt to Portland on some business. And I did not feel strong enough to walk until this morning."
"How good you are to walk!"
"As good as you are to walk to see me."
"Oh, but I am young and strong, and I wanted to see you so, and ask you questions so."
"I believe the latter," said Miss Prudence smiling.