He can make everything beautiful, Bel, a home, rooms, clothing, grounds, and life----above everything else he can make life beautiful.
He's so splendid and wonderful, with his wide understanding and sane interpretation and God-like sympathy and patience.

Why Belshazzar, he can do the greatest thing in all the world! He can make you forget that the grave annihilates your dear ones by hideous processes, and set you to thinking instead that they come back to you in whispering leaves and flower perfumes.

If I didn't owe him so much that I ought to pay, if this wasn't so alluringly beautiful, I'd like to go to the oak and lie beside those dear women resting there, and give my tired body to furnish sap for strength and leaves for music.

He can take its bitterest sting----from death, Bel----and that's the most wonderful thing----in life, Bel----" Her voice became silent, her eyes closed; the dog stretched himself beside her on guard, and it was so the Harvester found them when he drove home from the city.

He heaped his load in the dining-room, stabled Betsy, carried the things he had brought where he thought they belonged, and prepared food.