"He was a good friend to me," said Eleanor at last, wiping her eyes; "and I suppose it is not very absurd to cry for a friend that is gone, that one will never see again."
"Maybe he will come back some time," said Julia sorrowfully.
"Not while there is work there for him to do," said Eleanor. She waited a little while. There was some difficulty in going on. When she did speak her tone was clear and firm.
"Julia, shall we follow the Lord as Mr. Rhys does?"
"How?"
"By doing whatever Jesus gives us to do."
"What has he given us to do?" said Julia.
"If you come to my room in the mornings, we will read and find out. And we will pray, and ask to be taught."
Julia's countenance lightened and clouded with alternate changes.
"Will you, Eleanor! But what have we got to do?"