She cannot tell you stories, and she cannot sing to you, because you cannot hear; she cannot smile into your eyes, because you cannot see; she cannot talk to you, because you cannot speak; but she can watch your quiet face, and feel the touch of your little fingers and hear the sound of your merry laughter." "My mother! my mother!" whispered Naomi to herself, as if in awe.
"Yes," said Israel, "your mother was like that, Naomi, long ago, in the days before your great gifts came to you.

But she is gone, she has left us, she could not stay; she is dead, and only from the blue mountains of memory can she smile back upon us now." Naomi could not understand, but her fixed blue eyes filled with tears, and she said abruptly, "People who die are deceitful.

They want to go out in the night to be with God.

That is where they are when they go away.

They are wandering about the world when it is dead." The same night Naomi was missed out of the house, and for many hours no search availed to find her.