"Or else they want what they get," said Jane; "it comes to exactly the same thing when you begin to understand. The beauty of every step nearer God is the new learning of how exactly right his world is managed. All my old puzzles have been cleared up, and it's so wonderful. Why, I used to think that when beautiful, dear little children died it was awful; but now I know that they came to help and teach others, and that when they'd spread their lesson to those others, they didn't need lessons themselves and just left the school and went back into the beautiful world of Better Things. It was such a help to me to know why splendid men and women who were needed went so suddenly sometimes; it's because they're needed much more elsewhere and respond to that call of duty at once. I don't think of death as anything dreadful now; I think of it as a door that will open and close very easily for me." "It's one door that Matilda liked to keep setting open," said Susan,--"oh, dear me, Jane, I'm trying to grow brain-cells and be a credit to you, and I can't think of anything but old Mrs. Croft. Perhaps she's woke up." Jane rose and went into the house. "Do you think you can take it all in?" Emily asked, slowly and thoughtfully. "I'm doing my best," said Susan, "she's so happy and so good I think she must know what she's talking about." Jane came back. "She's still sleeping," she said; "don't you worry, dear Auntie." "I can't help it," said Susan. "I've dodged about for so long and played things were so that weren't so, that I guess I'm pretty much out of tune, and it'll be a little while before I can stop worrying." "No, you aren't out of tune," said Jane, smiling at her affectionately, "or if you are, just say you're in tune and you will be, right off." "Do you believe that?" Emily asked. "Why, of course. I know it absolutely for myself, and I know that it's equally true for others if they have the strength to declare it." "But how?"