I can feel that, you know, just
as much when he's at Abbie's, as when he's here. The happiness of love
isn't all in seeing and hearing, and--all that tangible part."
"Don't it make any difference, then, if you never Bee one another from
the day you're engaged until you're married?"
Sophie began to blush, as she generally did when called upon to speak of
her love. "Of course, it's delicious to be together," said she, "and it
would be very sad if we could not meet. But it would be more sad to
think that our love depended on meeting."
"Well, it may be so to you," returned Cornelia, picking lichens from the
rock and crushing them between her rounded fingers; "but my idea is that
the whole object of being engaged and married is to be together all the
time. I don't see what on earth we are made visible and tangible for,
unless to be seen and touched by the persons we love."
Sophie looked distressed, and a little embarrassed.
"You can't think our bodies are the most important part of us, Neelie,
dear? It's our souls that love and are loved, you know. How could we
love in heaven if it were not so?"
"Oh, I don't know any thing about that. It's love in this world I'm
speaking of. I believe it has as much to do with flesh and blood, as an
instrument has with the music that it makes.
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