She cared very little for Sherman, who was three years older than Carolina, and who resembled his Northern mother as closely as Carolina modelled herself upon her father, except that Sherman was weak, whereas Mrs. Lee, as a De Clifford of England, inherited great strength of character as well as a calm judgment and a governable quality, which made her an admirable helpmeet for the fiery, if controlled, nature of her Southern husband. Never was there a happiness so complete as Carolina’s seemed to be. She grew from a beautiful child into a still more beautiful young girl. She absorbed her education without effort, learning languages from much travel and from hearing them constantly spoken, and breathing in the truest culture from her daily surroundings. How could an intelligent girl be ignorant of art and science and literature and diplomacy when she heard them discussed by some of the greatest minds of the day as commonly as most children hear continual conversations about the shortcomings of the servants? She did not realize that she was unusually equipped because it had been absorbed as unconsciously as the air she breathed, but other American girls who came into contact with her felt and resented it or admired it, according to their calibre. In religion Carolina was outwardly orthodox and conventional, but many were the discussions she and her father held on the subject, in strict privacy, and many were the questions she put to him which he could not answer. He often ended these interrogations by gathering her up in his arms and saying: "My little girl will need a new religion, made especially for her, if she continues to trouble her head about things which no man knoweth!" "But why don’t they know, dearest? And why does the Bible contradict itself so? And how can God be a ’father’ if he sends pain and sickness and death? Is He any worse than a real father would be? And why does He not answer prayers when He promises to? And when did the healing Jesus taught His disciples disappear? Did He only let them possess the power for a few years? Why are we commanded to be ’perfect’ when God knows we can’t be? And how can you believe in a God who punishes you and sends all manner of evil on you while calling Himself a God of Love?" "Carolina! Carolina! You make my head swim with your heresies! I don’t know, child! I don’t know the answer to a single one of your questions. Such things do not trouble me. I believe in God, and that satisfies me." "No, it doesn’t, daddy!" cried the girl, astutely, "but you try to make yourself believe that it does." "Then try to make yourself believe it, dear. It has done me very well for nearly forty years." And as usual, such footless discussion ended in nothingness and a burst of human love which effectually put out of mind all gropings after Divine Love! CHAPTER II. THE FIRST GRIEF