Because life is very wonderful, and youth more wonderful still. And there is always time to talk of life and death when daylight dies and the last laugh is spent—when shadows fall, and blossoms close, and birds grow silent among the branches.
She did not know why she was crying. She had not cared for the dead man.
She looked out through drawn blinds at the sunshine, not knowing why she wept, not knowing what to do.
Then, from the hall came Stephanie's ecstatic voice:
"Helen! Wake up, darling, and come down! Because Jim and I have the most wonderful thing in the world to tell you!"
But on the paper in her lap was written something more wonderful still. For there is nothing more wonderful than that beginning of everything which is called the end.
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