Mr. Barnard staid two days, and then Fanny was obliged to insist that he should leave her, as there were not quite two months before they were to sail, and she knew that every moment of his time was filled with engagements.
Her burns were less painful, and it would still be weeks before she could help herself at all; but she was surrounded with friends who delighted in doing anything for her comfort.
She bade him good-bye, with a tear and a smile, not expecting to see him again till a day or two before their marriage.
He looked back to watch her sitting so white and patient, without one murmuring word, and thanked God that she was so soon to be his own loving, faithful wife.
Josey rejoiced that now he could return to his labor of love and feed his beloved aunt; for she insisted that he did it more skilfully than any of them.
Those were precious hours to the dear boy, when, with the tray before him and a spoon in his hand, he ministered to her wants, meantime telling her all the thoughts of his little heart. Years after he remembered the words she had said, and tried to improve by them.
He was now fully determined to be a missionary and go out to tell the heathen about Christ, as his aunt Fanny was going. He began at once to gather all the tracts and primers he could find, and packed them in an old valise.
His mother found them there some months later; and explained to him that the poor Hindoos could not read English.
