Grannie looked solemnly at the boy while the words so familiar and comforting fell from his lips. He read or to the end of the magnificent Psalm.
"I guess there's a power of luck in that hidin' place for them as can find it," she said, when he had finished.
Then she kissed the boy and girl and went abruptly away to her own room.
"What does she mean by going on a visit?" said David to his sister.
"I don't know," said Alison fearfully.
"It can't be——" began David.
"No, no; don't say it, Dave," interrupted Alison. "Don't say it aloud, don't——" She clapped her hands suddenly to his lips. "I can't bear it," she said suddenly. "I won't hear it. No, it's a visit. It's all true; it's only a visit. Good-night, Dave."
She went away to her own room. During the darkness and misery of that night Alison scarcely slept; but old Grannie slept. God had given his angels charge of her, and no one ever had more peaceful slumber.