"Oh, Cousin Carl! You might as well ask me if I would go to heaven if a big strong angel had come down on purpose to carry me up! Oh, _why_ is everybody so good to me?
I can't understand it." They had reached the gate, and were turning to walk back to the house.
Mr.Forbes laid his hand on the brown curly head with a fatherly touch.
"I'll tell you some day," he said, "when there is more time.

It is all because of that road you discovered, little one, that Road of the Loving Heart.

I don't wear a ring as Eugenia does, to remind me of it, but I've been carrying the inspiration of it in my memory, ever since she wrote me all that you had taught her about it." They walked slowly back to the house together under the locusts that arched their star-blossomed boughs above them.

The band was playing softly, and Betty, uplifted by the music, the lights, and the good fortune in store for her, could hardly believe that her feet were touching the earth.

She seemed to be floating along in some sort of dreamland.