“Then everything grows and it is all in one blossom. On the wide fields there is much grain, and all hearts are singing. Even after the frost, everything is glad for a little while, and then, very slowly, it is Winter once more.
“Little lady, do you not see? There must always be Winter, there must always be night and storm and cold. It is then that the flowers rest—they cannot always be in bloom. But somewhere on the great world the sun is always shining, and, just so sure as you live, it will sometime shine on you. The dear God has made it so. There is so much sun and so much storm, and we must have our share of both. It is Winter in your heart now, but soon it will be Spring. You have had one long Summer, and there must be something in between. We are not different from all else the dear God has made. It is all in one law, as the Herr Doctor will tell you. He is most wise, and he has helped me to understand.”
“But Aunt Peace!” sobbed the girl. “Aunt Peace is dead, and mother, too! I am all alone!”
“Little lady,” said the Master, very tenderly, “you must never say you are alone. Because you have had much love, shall you be a child when it is taken away? Has it meant so little to you that it leaves nothing? Just so strong and beautiful as it has been, just so much strength and beauty does it leave. There are many, in this world, who would be so glad to change places with you. To be dead,” he went on, bitterly, “that is nothing beside one living grave! It is by far the easier loss!”
He left her and went to the window, where he stood for a long time with his back toward her. Then Iris perceived her own selfishness, and she crept up beside him, slipping her cold little hand into his. “I understand,” she said, gently, “you have had sorrow, too.”
The Master smiled, but she saw that his eyes were wet. “Yes,” he sighed, “I know mine sorrow. We are old friends.” Then he stooped and kissed her, ever so softly, upon her forehead. It was like a benediction.
“I think,” she said, after a little, “that I must go away from East Lancaster.”
“So? And why?”