Religion, perhaps, might have helped her; but it was characteristic of her generation that she should give religion hardly a thought as a possible solution of the problem of life.

She wanted substance, facts, experience; she wanted to examine, to analyze, to discover; and it was just here that religion hopelessly failed her as a guide.

Faith she had had in her cradle--faith in life, faith in love, faith in herself; and it was faith that had brought her to this bleak disenchantment of spirit.

No, she wanted knowledge now, not faith; she wanted truth, not illusion.
"Well, you never can tell about a thing like that," Miss Polly was saying in her sprightly way, quite as if she were discussing the pattern of a dress or the stitching of a seam.

"It was feelin', I reckon, and feelin' is one of the things nobody can count on.