Of course, the next world belongs to all, but our lot in it does not come to us by right, that must be earned." "The old doctrine of our Faith," suggested Morris.
"Yes; but, as I believe, there is more behind, more which we are not told; that we must find out for ourselves with 'groanings which cannot be uttered; by hope we are saved.' Did not St.Paul hint at it ?" "What do you mean ?" "I mean that as our spirit sows, so shall it reap; as it imagines and desires, so shall it inherit.

It is here that the soul must grow, not there.

As the child comes into the world with a nature already formed, and its blood filled with gifts of strength or weakness, so shall the spirit come into its world wearing the garment that it has woven and which it cannot change." "The garment which it has woven," said Morris.

"That means free will, and how does free will chime in with your fatalism, Miss Fregelius ?" "Perfectly; the material given us to weave with, that is Fate; the time which is allotted for the task, that is Fate again; but the pattern is our own.

Here are brushes, here is pigment, so much of it, of such and such colours, and here is light to work by.