"Why is it?" he repeated. "I do not know; my dear Louise, how could I know?"
"Well, doesn't it seem strange that a young lady, in this age of the world, surrounded by Christian influences, should go on year after year without settling that question?"
Her husband's answer was very thoughtfully given. "It seems exceedingly strange when I hear you speak of it, but I do not know that I ever thought of it in that sense before."
Then the unpacking went on in silence for a few minutes, until Louise interrupted it with another question.
"Lewis, what does she say when you talk with her about these matters? What line of reasoning does she use?"
It was so long before she received an answer that she turned from her work in surprise to look at him; then he spoke.
"Louise, I never said a word to her on this subject in my life. And that seems stranger to you than anything else?" he added at last, his voice low and with an anxious touch in it.
She smiled on him gently. "It seems a little strange to me, Lewis, I shall have to own; but I suppose it is different with brothers and sisters from what it is when two are thrown together constantly as companions. I have no brother, you know."
Do you know what Lewis thought of then? His brother John.