“You should meet Uncle Clem,” said Wynne.
“Who is he?”
“A man who thinks that way. But what is it like up there in the clouds?”
“Do you know, strangely, it isn’t very different—only fuller. Just as if one went up discontented and found contentment in what one had left behind. I used to think this was because my imagination couldn’t picture a better state, but I believe that no longer.”
“The climb is for nothing, then?”
“Oh, no, for the climb proves that what you sought is the best of what you left behind.”
“H’m! Sometimes,” he said. “You have queer notions. Have you found out what is the best of your possessions?”
“I don’t know them by heart, yet.”
“Why by heart?”
“I am a woman.”