“Johnnie, Johnnie, oh say you will not die.”
“Which death—comes—to us all,” he gasped.
He lay perfectly still for a minute, and Teenie put a little cordial to his lips.
“Say, Teenie?”
“Yes, Johnnie.”
“Ye won’t take on muchly, will ye?”
Teenie tried hard not to cry.
“There be a long letter in my ditty-box for them at ’ome. ’Taint finished. Teenie, you’ll finish her, and if ever ye gets away home to England’s shore, give this silver ring to Sissie.”
“Shall I run below, Johnnie, and bring Sister Leona? She may be——”
“No, no, no, Teenie. I wants nobbut you. Give me your hand like.