Once Rollo’s mother took cold and became sick. Her sickness increased for several days, until at last it became necessary for her to have a nurse come and take care of her.
That night Rollo was put to bed in another chamber, and his father came to hear him say his prayers, and to bid him good night. He put his cheek down to Rollo’s, and they both prayed, first one and then the other, that God would take care of them both, and forgive their sins and give them good and holy hearts, and prepare them for heaven.
Just before his father went away, he said,
“Rollo, I am going to sleep here with you to-night.”
“Are you?” said Rollo.
“Yes; the nurse is going to take care of mother, and in an hour or two, I shall come here and go to bed. Now when the morning comes, if you will pull me, and wake me up, I will tell you a little story.”
“Well,” said Rollo, “I will.”
Then his father took up the light to go away.
Rollo did not want to have the light taken away, and he said, “Father, are you going to carry away the light?”
“Yes,—wouldn’t you?” said his father.