There is always
something so sad in your voice when you speak to me, and I say to
myself, 'That's how Lucy's eyes look at me, just as her voice sounds
when it says brother Robbie.' I shall know you in heaven, the moment you
come, and I shall be waiting for you, and when I see your eyes I shall
say, 'That is sister Lucy, come at last!' Oh, it will be such joy!--no
night, no blindness, no pain, and you with me again as you have been
here, only there, I shall be the guide, and lead you through the green
pastures beside the still waters, where never-fading flowers are
blooming sweeter than the orange blossoms near our window."
Lucy was sobbing hysterically, with her head in his lap, while he
smoothed the dark braids of her hair, and tried to comfort her by asking
if she ought not to be glad that he was going where there was no more
night for him, and where she, too, would join him in a little while.
"It is not that!" Lucy cried, "though it breaks my heart to think of you
gone forever. How can I live without you? What shall I do when my
expiatory work is finished?"
"Expiatory work?" Robin repeated, questioningly.
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