Life must always go on.

And you will find, my dear boy, that a little way below Elbow Rock there is another quiet stretch." When he spoke again there was a note of almost reverence in his voice.
"Auntie Sue, was there ever a break in your life?
Were your dreams and plans ever smashed into bits ?" For a little, she did not answer; then she said, bravely: "Yes, Brian; several times.

Once,--years and years ago,--I do not know how I managed to go on.

I felt, then, as you feel now; but, somehow, I managed, and so found the calm places.

The last hard spot came quite recently." She paused, wondering what he would do if she were to tell him how he himself had made the hard spot.