"I don't know."
"Why do anything?"
That is the question I always ask myself when I have no definite idea what is expected of me.
"I wish he'd had the consideration to wait till my brother came back," I grumbled.
"These little emotional crises never do wait till we're ready for them, do they?"
"From the fulness of the heart...."
"Oh, pardon me, I was not speaking of myself."
"I thought you were."
The Seraph shook his head at me.
"No, you didn't. You aren't thinking of me, or Gladys, or Philip, or any one but your own self."