She opened her eyes and smiled.
“Oh, ay! I’ll take it. And I could take a bit of bread, I think.”
“Well, mother will bring a bit.” But Katie was greatly surprised.
“I think I’m better, if I were only stronger a bit,” said grannie.
Over Katie’s bright face Mr Fleming saw the grave face of her mother, and though he knew that it was her way rather to fear than to hope, his heart sank.
“I’ll soon be better, I think. Are you there, Dawvid? You ken I couldna go and stand before the Lord and tell Him that you hadna forgiven your enemy.”
“She is wandering,” whispered Katie’s mother.
“No; I’m no wandering, but whiles I feel—as if I were slipping awa’—and you’ll give me your hand, Dawvid, and that will keep me back. Ay. That will do,” and her eyes closed again.
Katie followed her mother from the room.
“It is not far away now.”