"It’s no use, Kate!" she cried, when her friend began to remonstrate. "I have come to the end of my rope. You don’t know the truth because I have been afraid to tell you. You couldn’t have understood if I had told you. Even if I should sit down now and spend a whole day trying to explain why I adored Guildford and why I am so upset over its loss, at the end of the time you would only shake your head and say, ’Poor Carolina,’ without in the least understanding me. No one ever did understand about Guildford except dear Daddy, and since he died, I’ve been afraid to let even God know how much I wanted it, because I knew if He did, He would take it away from me! He takes everything away from me that I love! That is His way of showing His vaunted kindness. He is indeed a God of vengeance! He punishes His children as no earthly father would be mean enough to do. Oh, I won’t hush! But the end has come, Kate, to even God’s power to hurt me. I have nothing left for Him to take. Let Him be satisfied with His revenge. I wouldn’t care if He took my life now, so He is practically powerless! He has reached His limit!" "Oh, Carolina!" almost screamed Kate. "Do be careful how you blaspheme! Goodness knows I am not religious, but I am a member of the Church and I am not wicked!" "You have never suffered, Kate, or you could bear, not only to hear, but to say worse things than I am saying. If you only knew how much worse my thoughts are!" "But you will be punished for them, Carolina! I--I don’t like to preach, but God always sends afflictions to those who defy Him!" "I wouldn’t care if He killed me!" cried Carolina, furiously. "I have nothing left to live for. I hope I shall never come back alive from this ride!" When she had rushed from the room, leaving that terrible wish in Kate’s memory, Kate shivered with apprehensions. "Something awful will happen to Carolina!" she muttered. "I never knew it to fail!" But her eyes filled with tears. "What if I had to bear what she has!" she thought. "Loss of father, mother, home, and fortune! Poor girl! Poor girl!" She had intended to go out, but some inner voice told her to wait. Carolina’s dreadful mood and reckless words haunted her. She went restlessly from room to room, and anxiously listened for sounds of her return. And so keenly was she expecting a misfortune that when the telephone-bell rang sharply, it calmed her at once. "It has happened!" she said to herself, as she flew to answer. The message was that Carolina had been thrown from her horse and dragged. They were bringing her home. "I knew it!" said Kate. "She was in too awful a mood to wear spurs with Astra. I ought to have made her take them off."