"You have not tried, or thought about it yet," suggested her sister;
"but do think. Think what poor ignorant infants we all are in the
hands of God, not knowing what is either good or bad for us; and then
you will see how glad and thankful you ought to be, to be chosen for
by somebody wiser than yourself. We must always be contented with
God's choice about whatever happens."

No. 6 still looked down, as if she were studying the pattern of the
rug, but she saw nothing of it, for her eyes were swimming over with
the tears that had filled into them, and at last she said:-

"I could, perhaps, about some things, but ONLY NOT THAT about you.
Aunt Judy, you know what I mean."

Aunt Judy leant back in her chair. "ONLY NOT THAT." It was, as she
knew, the cry of the universal world, although it broke now from the
lips of a child. And it was painful, though touching, to feel
herself the treasure that could not be parted with.

So there was a silence of some minutes, during which the hand of the
little sister lay in that of the elder one.

But the latter soon roused up and spoke.

"I'll tell you what, No. 6, there's nothing so foolish as talking of
how we shall feel, and what we shall do, if so-and-so happens.
Perhaps it never may happen, or, if it does, perhaps we may be helped
to bear it quite differently from what we have expected. So we won't
say anything more about it now."