"Jesus didn't send for you this time, sweet pet," the housekeeper answered with emotion, and folding the little form closer to her heart; "He would have you and me bide here yet a bit; but some day He will call us home too. He's getting a very lovely home ready for us there."
"For my papa too?"
"I trust so, darling."
"Where is my papa? why doesn't he come to Elsie."
"I don't know, my bonnie bairn. I think he will come some day."
"And take Elsie on his knee, and kiss her and love her?"
"Surely, surely, darling. And you have a grandpa, who will be here before many days, I trust."
"Grandpa that's gone to heaven?"
"No; that is Grandpa Grayson, your sweet mamma's father; this is Grandpa Dinsmore, your papa's father."
The child looked thoughtful for a moment, then with a joyous smile exclaimed, "Elsie's so glad! I wish he'd come now. Elsie will love him ever so much."