"Oh; so very tired, but so happy! It will not be long before I see Jesus."
"Not in pain?"
"Oh, no," she whispered; "only peace. I did not know that it could be so; that He would be able to make me willing."
"He is 'able' for all things, my precious one," he said tenderly, clasping her hand.
"Yes, dearest," she answered, laying her cheek on the loved hand which had supported her for so many years. "Yes, dearest, He is able to keep—you, and me, and them."
She fell asleep again, while Dr. Arundel sat on in the quiet hours, still with her face on his hand.
His practised eyes saw now that there was no hope.
Slowly, slowly, life ebbed away.
As he watched, she gave one sigh, and he knew her ransomed spirit had passed from earth, to be with Him whom she had loved and served all her life.
