"Yes, he can; unless it is something wrong."
"Well, he can't do what he has a mind to; he must always be asking."
"That is not hard, if one loves the Lord."
"But I don't love him, mother."
"No," said Mrs. Carpenter sadly.
"Can I make myself love him?"
"No; but that is foolish talk."
"I don't see why it is foolish, I am sure. I wish I did love him, if it would make you feel better."
"I should not have a care left!" said Mrs. Carpenter, with a sort of breath of longing.
"Why not, mother?"