"How wonderfully you put it, Di."
"It is not because I put it that way; it is because it is wonderful. Do you know, Anthony, that has always been my idea of heaven—as a place where Infinite Love waits. If that little child had lived she would have faced a future of loneliness—now she will never be lonely—never sick—never unhappy."
"But she wanted to live."
"But she didn't know life, Anthony—as some of us know it, as a place of unfulfilled dreams——"
They had reached the beach, and the track of the moon spread out before them, ending only at the horizon.
"She followed the path o' the moon," said Diana, softly, "a little white soul in a silver boat. Death is a great adventure, Anthony."
"Sometimes I feel as if I were merely a longshoreman, who helps to load the boats as they start on that great adventure——"
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, we doctors see so much of pain which we cannot ease, so much misery which we cannot prevent. We see the innocent suffering for the guilty—the weak bearing the burdens which belong to the strong—and even if we try our hardest we can't change these things—and the boats still go sailing out to the Unknown——"
"Anthony, I wish I might be sure of one thing——"