“But,” continued the lady, “there is a better way. There is a way of getting so well, that pain, and sickness, and trouble, and death, are done away with for ever—that is the heavenly way.”
“Yes,” whispered Flo.
“Which should you like best?”
“To be well for ever-’n-ever.”
“Flo, shall I give you God’s message?”
“Please.”
“He says that His little servant shall get quite well—quite well in the best way—you are to go up to serve Him in heaven. God is coming to fetch you, Flo.”
“To live up in the gold streets wid Himself?” asked Flo in a bright, excited manner.
“Yes, He is coming to fetch you—perhaps He may come for you to-night.”
“I shall see God to-night,” said Flo, and she closed her eyes and lay very still.