"Do you mean all that you are singing, Karen?"
"What I'm singing? —"
"Yes. I've been listening to you. — Do you feel and mean all those words of your hymn?"
"I don't say no words I don't mean," said Karen, going on with her work; — "anyhow, I don't mean to."
"But those words you have been singing — do you mean that you feel them all?"
Karen stood up and faced her as she answered,
"Yes!"
"Do you mean that you would rather die than live?"
"If 'twas the Lord's will, I would," said Karen, without moving her face.
"Why?"