“Glad!”
“Why, you see, Miss Winnie, I’m not like other lads. I can’t do no work in the world, I can only lie here and bear the pain. I’d be ashamed to fret and make a fuss over it, when the Lord bore such a deal more for us; but it do make me glad to think as it won’t last always, and that He will call me soon to come to Him, where there won’t be any more pain to bear or any sorrow either.”
Something in the words struck a chord of memory in Winifred’s heart.
“That’s just what the angel said to me—no pain, and no sorrow,” she said in a dreamy way. “Will He send an angel for you, Phil?”
“Sometimes I fancy He will, Miss Winnie; but we don’t know His ways, we can only guess.”
“I wonder if He will send my angel,” said the child, still intent on her own thought.
“Your angel, Miss Winnie?”
“Yes, the one that came the other night to teach me how naughty I had been. Oh, I forgot, you don’t know, I had such a dream a few nights ago, Phil, I think I should like to tell it to you.”
So Winifred told her strange dream, and Phil listened with absorbed attention.
“That was a nice dream, Miss Winnie,” he said at the close. “You wouldn’t be afraid to go away with the angel, would you?”