"I shall never get better," said Johnny. "I am going to mamma, and I am glad." Then, looking at Mrs. Franklin, he added, "The watch—Amity—you said I might, you know."
Mrs. Franklin put her hand under the pillow and took out a pretty gold watch, which she gave to Johnny. Johnny laid it in Amity's hand.
"It is yours—take it, Amity!"
"It is his mother's watch," explained Mrs. Franklin. "He wants to give it to you."
"Oh, I can't—I can't!" sobbed Amity, drawing back.
Johnny looked troubled.
"Take it, my dear—don't worry him," whispered the clergyman.
"Put it on," said Johnny, and he seemed pleased when she did so.
He lay still a few minutes longer listening to the music-box. Then he suddenly raised himself and stretched out his arms.
"Mamma!" he exclaimed, joyfully, and then, sinking back with a gentle sigh, he was gone!