"O yes; — and she didn't think anything of it at all; but I am always doing so, Winthrop."
"You never do it to me," said her brother soothingly.
"To you! — But O Winthrop! — if I loved God enough, I never should do anything to displease him!"
She had thrown herself further into her brother's arms and at this was weeping with all her heart.
"He said once himself," said Winthrop, "'Blessed are they that mourn now, for they shall be comforted.'"
Winnie clung faster to him, with a grateful clasp, and her tears came more gently.
"We sha'n't be quit of it till we get to heaven, Winnie; — and 'the people that dwell therein,' you know, 'shall be forgiven their iniquity.' And more than that, 'white robes are given unto every one of them.' 'And they shall see the King's face, and his name shall be in their foreheads.'"
"I wish it was in mine now!" said Winnie.
"Stop, Winnie. — I hope it is there, — only not so bright as it will be by and by."
"But it ought to be bright now," said Winnie raising herself.