One goes in, and in: Why is sin, which is its own punishment, in the world at all?
What does it all mean, anyhow?
Where is God, and why does He let us suffer here, with no certainty of a life hereafter?
Why does He make love and death in the same world?
Oh, that is so cruel,--love and death together! Is He, at all?
Those are the things, it seems to me, one has to think about.

But why do I go all over it?
We can't get away from it, can we ?" "Those questions are the outgrowth of unbelief in justice," he said eagerly; "if you only realized justice and mercy, the rest would be clear." She came over to him, and, kneeling down, put her head on his knee.

"Oh, John, how can I leave you to-morrow ?" It was true that they could not drop the subject.

Hour after hour they had sat thus, John instructing, proving, reasoning, with always the tenderest love and patience in his voice.

Helen listening with a sweet graciousness, which kept her firm negations from making her husband hopeless.