She is incapable of feeling keenly.

God has been good to her in giving her numbness." "No, no, cousin Ned, you are wrong!" she returned.

"Life without pain is not worth living.

I have heard that the Arabs have a saying, 'All sunshine makes the desert.' God is good to us when he darkens the sun now and then and gives us the sunshine afterwards." "Perhaps you are right, Frances," I returned.

"But you and I are in the cloud now, and a little sunshine would be most welcome." "Not enough sunshine to make a desert," she answered.
"Ay! But enough to make a garden," I returned, as we climbed the narrow flight of steps leading to the private entrance to the Old Swan.
When we paused at the door, Frances said, "Your garden is at hand." And when she opened the door, there stood Betty, and I was in Eden.