And then Faith understood that her old friend was dead. She was driven home by the groom, and she cried a little; and when she reached Granny went straight into her arms and finished her cry with her head against her shoulders.
"I didn't want him to die. He is one of my friends," she sobbed. "And I can't bear to think I shall never see him again."
"One day you will," said Granny, "and none of us must wish him here again. He suffered very much, and never could bear being ill. Now he has got beyond pain and will be comforted."
"But," said Faith quickly, "he could have been comforted here—everybody can, can't they, if they know about the Comforter?"
"Yes, yes," murmured Granny. She soothed Faith and talked softly to her about the happy entry into the Golden City of everyone who trusted in Jesus.
"Mr. Cardwell spoke to Jesus. He said His Name," said Faith. "I thought he wanted the Comforter."
"When we come to die," said Granny gravely, "it is our Saviour we want; for it was through His Death that we can go into Heaven. It is for His sake that we are forgiven and taken there."
Faith nodded.
"But the Comforter carries people up to Heaven. Timothy says he does."
And Granny said no more.