C. You need not pray for that, mother; you are a very good woman, the best woman in the world.
M. Nobody can be good without praying, my son; and I had a great many things to beg of God. I was asking him to make the little boy who is spared to me, a good child.
C. Ah, mother, that is because I forgot the window!
M. No, my child, I was not thinking of that then; but if you should pray to God to help you to cure your faults, you will find it becomes much easier for you.
C. Then why did he not cure Susan’s sickness when I begged him so hard?
M. Are you sure it would have been better for Susan to live?
C. I don’t know; she would have cried sometimes, I suppose.
M. But she never will cry now, Charles; her soul is with God in heaven, and her body cannot feel pain now.
C. But it would have been better for us if she had lived to grow up, mother. What makes you cry again?
Enter Aunt Catherine.