Dolly opened her eyes, and fixed them on the children, with a wistful smile.
"You was good to Doll," she said, in a faint whisper. "Jesus sent you. He loves you, 'cause you was good—and—I'll be an angel—and tell Him—you teached me about Him, and—He'll love you more. Good-by."
"Good-by, Dolly," said Bessie, not knowing this was to be the last good-by, and yet with the tears gathering in her eyes.
"Good-by, Dolly," whispered Maggie; "we are going to our Sunday school, and you will hear us sing."
"We'll think a good deal about you, and sing all your hymns, shall we?" asked Bessie.
"Rest for the weary," sighed Dolly.
"My darlings," said mamma, "ask Aunt May to leave the lessons for this afternoon, and let you sing as long as you can;" and drawing them to her, she kissed first one, and then the other, with a long, tender kiss.
Dolly's eyes followed them, as they went out, and then came back to Mrs. Bradford's face with a longing, wistful look.