"Is that what you mean? Is it the Comforter you want?"
But old Mr. Cardwell lay still, and there was a smile on his lips. The troubled look had left his face, his head fell back on the pillows. The nurse came quickly up, and she and Faith caught one murmured word from the old man's lips. It was "Jesus."
Then Faith was taken out of the room rather quickly. She waited downstairs perplexed and troubled, wondering if her old friend were really going to die, wondering what he had wanted her to say, and wishing she could go back to the bedroom again.
Presently the Pirate came down to her.
There was a strange look on his face; Faith thought there were almost tears in his eyes.
"Do you remember my telling you what a good thing it would be if my father could believe in the Comforter Whom you talked to me about one day when we were on the bridge together?"
"That was before I knew you very well," said Faith, putting her mind back to the occasion mentioned. "You said I could come and see him and talk to him. And then I did."
"Yes, you did, and I really believe, little Faith, that my father was made a happy old man at last. He has been so different lately, and he was calling for you this afternoon."
"Is he really going to heaven?" Faith asked.
"I hope he is there already," was the grave reply.