Or if Thou decreest otherwise, then take me also, O God, for I can bear no more.

Four children gone! I can bear no more, O God." He sobbed again and wiped away another tear, then muttered: "My selfishness, always my selfishness! With six remaining to be looked after, that is counting Barbara if she still lives, I dare to ask to be relieved of the burdens of the flesh! Pitiful Christ, visit not my wickedness on me or on others, and O Thou that didst raise the daughter of Jairus, save my sweet Barbara and comfort the heart of poor Thomas.

I will have faith.

I _will_ have faith." He thrust his hat upon his head, pulling it down over his ears because of the rough wind, and walked forward quite jauntily for a few yards.
"What a comfort these new boots are," he said.

"If I had stepped into that pool with the old ones my left foot would be wet through now.