“Do you ever feel you were made for something, David? Made to do something—oh, something fine! But not know—” She stopped and shook her head, and the ringlets danced. “I think everyone feels that sometimes, Jessie.” “Oh, no! Oh, I don’t think everyone does. Most of them just live along. But there are a few who can do—I suppose I mean be something. Something that can go on even after them. And shouldn’t those people be trying every moment to be that? I mean, God gave it to them to do or be, and if they didn’t try I should think they would be very afraid of God.”
