They are also glad because they know that every pain or sorrow their loved ones on earth have to bear is only a means to bring their prayers to Him who alone can guide them to Heaven." "Did my mother pray to Him, too ?" asked Cornelli again.
"Yes, yes, Cornelli, you can be sure of that," Martha reassured her.
"Your mother was a good, pious lady.

Everybody should pray to be able to go where she is." The two now reached the post office and gave their message to the innkeeper and postmaster.

When twilight had come and the evening bell had long ago rung, they wandered back along the pleasant valley road between green meadows..