"Let me lie down. I am very, very weak," he said, attempting to rise.
Mary stood up and helped him. She had grown marvellously strong within the last hour, and her soul, better than that slight form, supported the dying man.
He lay down. She placed the pillow under his head and knelt again.
It seemed as if her heart could give forth its silent gratitude to
God best in that position.
He laid his hand upon her head. It was growing cold.
"And you are willing now that I should die?"
"Yes, my father, only—-," and here a human throb broke in her voice, "if I could but go with you!"
"No, my child, it is but a little time, at most. For her sake be content to wait."
"Father, I am content."
"And happy?"
"Very, very happy, father!"