She was a good girl, strong and loving and heartsome, and almost as pretty as yourself, Hilda dear; but the Father had need of her, so she was taken from us for a while.

It was cruel hard for Jacob; cruel, cruel hard.

He can't seem to see, even now, that it was right, or it wouldn't have been so.

And so I can tell just what he felt, coming in just now, sudden like, and seeing you sitting in Faith's chair.

Like as not he forgot it all for a minute, and thought it was herself.