"I see what you mean. But trees and flowers
are not God's most beautiful gift to the world."
"I think they are."
"No. It is love."
"I am not talking about love," said Lily, flushing.
"Oh, yes, you are. You have never loved, have you? You are talking
of one of the many things that go to make up love, and out of that
one phase of love comes the most wonderful thing in the world. He
gives us the child."
And again:
"All bodies are not whole, and not all souls. It is wrong to judge
life by its exceptions, or love by its perversions, Lily."
It had been the little nurse finally who cured her, for she secured
Lily's removal to that shady house on a by-street, where the
tragedies of unwise love and youth sought sanctuary. There were
prayers there, morning and evening. They knelt, those girls, in
front of their little wooden chairs, and by far the great majority
of them quite simply laid their burdens before God, and with an
equal simplicity, felt that He would help them out.
"We have erred, and strayed from Thy ways like lost sheep. We have
followed too much the devices and desires of our own hearts. We
have offended against Thy holy laws.
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