I think--and think--and I get so frightened--and--and--homesick.

Heaven must be very beautiful, of course, the Bible says so--but, Anne, IT WON'T BE WHAT I'VE BEEN USED TO." Through Anne's mind drifted an intrusive recollection of a funny story she had heard Philippa Gordon tell--the story of some old man who had said very much the same thing about the world to come.

It had sounded funny then--she remembered how she and Priscilla had laughed over it.
But it did not seem in the least humorous now, coming from Ruby's pale, trembling lips.

It was sad, tragic--and true! Heaven could not be what Ruby had been used to.

There had been nothing in her gay, frivolous life, her shallow ideals and aspirations, to fit her for that great change, or make the life to come seem to her anything but alien and unreal and undesirable.