"Frank has gone to the saw-mill for help, and he will soon be back. Keep up good courage, dear."
"Bram, if I should fall, if they shouldn't get me up alive—"
"We shall, please God; but what then?"
"Will you tell mother and father that I am sorry I have given them so much trouble, and write the same to Aunt Baby and grandfather? I have been very selfish and conceited all my life. I have lived in a kind of dream; I see it now. Oh, Bram, if I were only a Christian like you, I shouldn't be so afraid to die."
"Don't, don't, Marion! Oh, if I could only get down to you—only do you any good!"
"You do me good where you are. You 'let your light shine' now, Bram. Don't feel too bad, dear; it was nobody's fault. I don't think it was even my own, for I was holding on. Bram."
"Well, darling?"
"Pray for me, won't you? Oh, Bram, if I could only see Him!"
"He sees you, dearest Marie—believe me he does. Oh, turn to him. Just put yourself into his hands, can't you? Lean on him, and he will hold you safely all through. Can't you?"
"I'll try," said Marion, faintly. "Oh, I wish they would come."