Elfie took that pale hand and kissed it, and then stooped and kissed the still paler brow.
“Elfie!” breathed the sick girl.
“What is it, dearest?”
“Must I——die?”
“Nonsense, no, my dear, you are in no sort of danger.”
Erminie smiled sadly and turned away her eyes. Presently her lips moved as if she would have spoken, and Elfie stooped to hear.
“I want——”
“What, dear Erminie?”
“—My pastor—please.”
“I will send for him, dear Erminie.”