"Sorry to annoy you again--but is there any God about ?" "None," came the sleepy answer.

"Do as you like, I tell you." She opened her eyes and sat up in bed.
"Now I've been getting morbid again! For goodness' sake let's try to be healthy and clear about this!" And she tried to be.

But for some time she made little headway.

It was easy to grimly shut her teeth and resolve, "I've got to do this by myself, talk to Joe and simply make him believe me!" But as soon as she came to the details of what she should say to her husband, his face as she had seen it last--worn and nervous, overwrought--kept rising up before her.

Could she convince him! "It's my last chance!" If only she knew how to go about it! She wanted to be heroic and face this crisis all alone--but she had been alone so much.