"I wish you would promise me one thing," said I to my Uncle Peter: "that you will not leave off before I do."
"Ah," he answered, "that is the one thing that no man can promise another. We can promise not to break friendship, not to cut loose, not to cease loving, not to forget. Isn't that enough?"
He stood up reverently and bared his head. The music of the long-metre doxology was floating through the open windows.
"Listen," he said. "If that is true, what more do we need? We are all in His hand."
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