"Our different ways of looking at things--will they never make any
difference with you?"

"Some day there will be no difference."

"You will agree with me?" he exclaimed joyfully.

"You will agree with me."

"Do not expect that! Do not expect that I shall ever again believe
in the old things."

"I expect you to believe in God, in the New Testament, in the
Resurrection, in the answer to prayer."

"If I do not?"

"Then you will in the Life to come."

"But will this separate us?"

"You will need me all the more."

The light was fading: they could no longer see the green of the
valley. A late bird fluttered into the boughs overhead and more
petals came down.

"It is a nest," said David, softly, "a good thing to go home to, a
night like this."