“Somehow I feel hopeful.”
“So do I,” said Ernest, so emphatically that both looked at him in surprise.
“But upon what can you base a hope?” asked Clara, gazing searchingly into his face.
“Have faith in God,” replied Ernest. “He can raise up friends for us.”
“But we want witnesses,” said Clara.
“God can raise up unexpected witnesses,” replied Ernest mysteriously. “But good-by.”
And he left in haste.
