"Very clear," said Mailey.
"Some have the wrong mate here. Some have no mate, which is more fortunate. But all will sooner or later get the right mate. That is certain. Do not think that you will not necessarily have your present husband when you pass over."
"Gawd be praised! Gawd be thanked!" cried a voice.
"No. Mrs. Melder, it is love — real love — which unites us here. He goes his way. You go yours. You are on separate planes, perhaps. Some day you will each find your own, when your youth has come back as it will over here."
"You speak of love. Do you mean s****l love?" asked Mailey.
"Where are we gettin' to?" murmured Mrs. Bolsover.
"Children are not born here. That is only on the earth plane. It was this aspect of marriage to which the great Teacher referred when he said: 'There
