"I'll talk with you all about it to-morrow," she said; "try to say your prayers now, and go to sleep."
"But, mamma, are you sure Aunt Fanny will get well? She did groan so, when the doctor touched her arm."
"Oh, yes! I hope she'll be better in a few days. Burns are always very painful at first."
"Well, Aunt Fanny is a good missionary. Isn't she? She was kind one to another."
"Yes, indeed! she always is that; just like your father, you know."
Mr. Codman wrote Mr. Barnard the same evening, and he came the day but one after the poor baby was burned, just as Mr. and Mrs. Codman were starting to attend the funeral of the old lady and child.
Fanny was dressed and sitting in an easy chair, both arms bandaged to the elbows and laid out on a pillow. She looked very white, except where a fever spot burned on each cheek. Mrs. Matthews sat by, talking in a cheerful tone, while Rose and Emma played with their dolls in the corner of the chamber.
With a gentle knock Mrs. Codman peeped in, asking, in a mysterious voice,—
"Are you ready for visitors?" Then, without waiting for an answer, she beckoned the young missionary to come forward.
He flew to her side, and, not daring to trust his voice, instantly kissed her cheek.