There would be no promise in the stars then: they look
now like promises, don't they? I do not believe God would ever show
us a thing he did not mean to give us."
"You are a very odd boy, Cosmo. I am almost afraid to listen to
you. You say such presumptuous things!"
Cosmo laughed a little gentle laugh.
"How can you love God, Joan, and be afraid to speak before him? I
should no more dream of his being angry with me for thinking he
made me for great and glad things, and was altogether generous
towards me, than I could imagine my father angry with me for
wishing to be as wise and as good as he is, when I know it is wise
and good he most wants me to be."
"Ah, but he is your father, you know, and that is very different!"
"I know it is very different--God is so much, much more my father
than is the laird of Glenwarlock! He is so much more to me, and so
much nearer to me, though my father is the best father that ever
lived! God, you know, Joan, God is more than anybody knows what to
say about. Sometimes, when I am lying in my bed at night, my heart
swells and swells in me, that I hardly know how to bear it, with
the thought that here I am, come out of God, and yet not OUT of
him--close to the very life that said to everything BE, and it was!
--you think it strange that I talk so?"
"Rather, I must confess! I don't believe it can be a good thing at
your age to think so much about religion.
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