"If you could give it, there would be, you pretty creature!" said Mrs. Barclay, with her other hand pushing the beautiful masses of red-brown hair right and left from Lois's brow.
"But there is One who can give it, who is stronger than I, and loves you better."
"What makes you think so?"
"Because he has promised. 'Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.'"
Mrs. Barclay said nothing, but she shook her head.
"It is a promise," Lois repeated. "It is a PROMISE. It is the King's promise; and he never breaks his word."
"How do you know, my child? You have never been where I am."
"No," said Lois, "not there. I have never felt just so."
"I have had all that life could give. I have had it, and knew I had it.
And it is all gone. There is nothing left."
"There is this left," said Lois eagerly, "which you have not tried."