As the widow entered the room, Hatty turned her eyes to the door and recognized her.
"Are you in much pain?" she asked, greatly moved.
"Jesus helps me bear it all."
This was said with a gasp.
"She never complains," faltered Esther, with quivering lips.
"Sallie, how is she?" murmured the sick girl.
"Much better, if she were not so distressed about you."
"I am safe with Jesus. He gives me perfect peace."
Her aunt began to weep.
"Don't cry, dear aunty," she said caressingly. "You will come too; you and Esther, and uncle Oliver. We shall all be there. Mother will be there, too, for Esther says she used to pray."