"Heaven, you mean?"
"We are not in heaven yet. I meant what David says, 'Lord, thou hast been our dwelling-place in all generations.'"
"I am not sure I understand it."
"Only love does understand it, ma'am."
"How do you mean, please?"
"Ma'am, it is only love that can live in the life of another; and when that other is God, one lives in a secure and wealthy abode. And then it does not much matter where one's body is. At least, so I find it."
Dolly looked very thoughtful for a minute; then she rose up.
"I am coming again," she said; "I am coming very soon, Mrs. Jersey. Now, will you tell me how I can get home? I must be as quick as I can."
"That is provided for, ma'am," said Mrs. Jersey. "It's a longish way round by the road, farther than even you came this afternoon; and you're not fit for it; far from it, I should say. I have ordered the dog-cart to take you home; and it's ready."
"How could you be so kind to a stranger?" said Dolly, giving her hand. But the housekeeper smiled.