"I forgot what Agnes said, because I went to sleep; but——"
"Yes," answered Alice, waiting for what the little pet sister wanted to say.
"I don't think He would have liked me to cry so much, if I had asked Him first."
And with another little sob she rushed past her sister and flew up the stairs.
At five minutes to two o'clock, John opened his bedroom door and called Agnes.
She was just coming out on the landing, with her hat on, followed by Minnie and Alice.
"Come and see my arrangements," he said, opening the door wider.
"I don't see anything particu——Oh!" with a start, "why, John, where did you get that?"
"Out of these two hands of mine, to be sure, and these eyes, and that paint box, and that cardboard."
On the wall hung the same text that their father had prepared with such care downstairs, only that John's was not framed, but put up with four small nails.