She did so, saying at the last, "Now let us drop the whole subject.

I will never, as long as I have reason, believe this terrible doctrine,--never.

So why need we ever speak of it again?
I know it is your fear of eternity which leads you to try to make me believe it, but, dearest, if eternity depends on this, it is already settled; let us just be glad together while we can, in this beautiful time.

Oh, I shall soon be home; I can think of nothing else." And she counted the hours until she could start.

When the morning came, with its clear June sky, and great white clouds lying dreamily behind the hills, her face was running over with gladness, in spite of her sympathy for Lois's grief.
"How happy you look!" Lois said wistfully, as she sat watching Helen put on her bonnet before the swinging mirror in its white and gold frame, on her dressing-table.
Helen had not known how her eyes were smiling, and she looked with quick compunction at Lois's white face.