"To be an angel," put in Dolly, eagerly.
"Make her fit to be an angel, make her love to please Thee, and, when it is time, take her to the home where there shall be no more pain or trouble. Amen."
"No more pain—no more trouble," murmured Dolly, her mind wandering again; "want to be an angel—I'll give her the cup," she cried; "they say it kills folks to be too long in the Ice Glen, but I can't get out; they'll send Lem to jail, will they? I'll fix 'em with their fine gardens—want to—rest for the weary."
Then her eyes closed, but presently opened again; and, looking from one to another of the kind faces above her, she said,—
"I say, did He see me give up the cup?"
"Yes," said Mrs. Stanton. "He sees all we do."
"And did He like me a little 'cause I did it?"
"Jesus was glad when He saw you give up the cup, Dolly, because it was not yours, and it was right for you to tell where it was. He is always glad when we do right, or when we are sorry for doing wrong."
"Can I speak to Him?"