"I don't know," said Matilda. "All the glory, I suppose, except what God gives."
"What does He give, child?" said Mrs. Candy, with an odd expression on her face.
"Why, you know, Aunt Erminia," said Matilda, a little wearily.
"I should like to hear you tell."
"I can't tell," said Matilda. "I think it was glory, when He said of that poor woman, 'She hath done what she could.'"
"My dear," said Mrs. Candy, after a pause, "I am very sorry you have taken this step without consulting me. Your answers show that you have not the discrimination necessary for making such vows. However, it is too late now. You may go to bed."
Which Matilda did, and speedily forgot all that had troubled her in her aunt's words. For she went to sleep making a pillow to her head of those other words—
"And white robes were given to every one of them."
Typographical errors silently corrected: