It believes a thing is because it wishes it to be sometimes, I think, and it won't believe a thing because it wishes it not to be." "Well, that is as it should be, and you are talking like one of your grandfather's books, Phil," she said lightly, not guessing what was in my mind.

For it had seemed to me that I ought to tell her of her brother's death, lest it should come upon her in a heap outside.
"Your father and brothers now," I asked.

"Did you look to see them back ?" "Surely! Until my father and Martin came alone telling us the rest were gone.

It was sore news indeed." "Unless they saw them lying dead they may still live.

You have thought them dead.