But the old beliefs seemed dim; the new ones, garish and confused.

She recalled those faces of Amy's friends.

"Yes, cheap and tough, for all their clothes!" Or was it just this ghastly time that had made them all appear so?
Again she thought of her sister dead.

"Oh Amy--Amy! Where have you gone ?" And at last, quite suddenly, the tears came, and she huddled and shook on her bed..