to him. Oh, I’m so–happy–so–happy.” Her voice sank into a whisper. Then after a few moments of silence, with a little piteous cry, she suddenly broke forth, “But Paula! Paula! he is gone. I shall never see him again.”
Paula held her arms tightly about her, sobbing as if her own heart were broken, but Phyllis recovered herself quickly.
“No, no,” she said softly, as if counselling her own heart. “I must remember. ‘God is good,’ he said, and so, Paula, I must not be afraid. God was good to him. He will be good to me. He will be good to his child.” Her voice sank again into a whisper. She stood silent with eyes looking into the far distance. Then, in a clear, firm voice, she said, “I will not be afraid! God is good! I will ‘carry on.'”
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