"Thy servant 'eareth," ended Glad's hushed speech. "Blimme, but I 'm
goin' to try it!"

Perhaps the brain of her saw it still as an incantation, perhaps the
soul of her, called up strangely out of the dark and still new-born and
blind and vague, saw it vaguely and half blindly as something else.

Dart was wondering which of these things were true.

"We've never been expectin' nothin' that's good," said Miss Montaubyn.
"We 're allus expectin' the other. Who isn't? I was allus expectin'
rheumatiz an' 'unger an' cold an' starvin' old age. Wot was you lookin'
for?" to Dart.

He looked down on the floor and answered heavily.

"Failing brain--failing life--despair--death!"

"None of 'em's comin'--if yer don't call 'em. Stand still an' listen
for the other. It's the other that's TRUE."

She was without doubt amazing. She chirped like a bird singing on a
bough, rejoicing in token of the shining of the sun.

"It's wot yer can work on--this," said Glad. "The curick--'e's a good
sort an' no' 'arm in 'im--but 'e ses: 'Trouble an' 'unger is ter teach
yer ter submit. Accidents an' coughs as tears yer lungs is sent you to
prepare yer for 'eaven. If yer loves 'Im as sends 'em, yer 'll go
there.' ''Ave yer ever bin?' ses I. ''Ave yer ever saw anyone that's
bin? 'Ave yer ever saw anyone that's saw anyone that's bin?' 'No,' 'e