"I can't say as you will for certain, Dickie, not here; but there's one thing as I do know on. In heaven we are promised, all of us who love Him, to see His face; and that'll be better than even mother-Meg's."
"That 'a be nice," he said at last with a little sob.
"Yes, Dickie," Jem went on, still walking to and fro with soft even tread, "there is no sorrow nor sufferin' there, no cryin', nor pains, nor achin'; but He says they shall see His face, and His name shall be in their foreheads. Don't ye think, Dickie, as, if His holy name is in our foreheads, He'll take care of them as bears it?"
Dickie assented, but he was thinking of other things.
"Did ye say as my eyes 'ud be all right there, fa'ver-Jem?" he asked at length.
"Yes; all right there. 'They shall see His face,'" answered Jem.
Dickie was satisfied.
"Put me in my chair close to mo'ver-Meg, fa'ver-Jem, and she'll tell me all 'bout it. She allays does tell me such nice fings."
