“‘It’s nicer here,’ he said, and there was a world of love in the soft blue eyes as he nestled closer to me.
‘I guess I’m dying. It’s all so dark and queer. Is it very far to heaven, and will I lose the way?’
“‘No, darling, for Jesus will go with you,’ Richard answered, now pressing so close to Robin that his shoulder touched mine, and I felt his breath upon my hair.
“‘And I won’t be a cripple any more? I’ll walk in heaven, and mother’s there sure?’ was the next remark, to which there came no response, except a moan from Mrs. West, until I answered:
“‘Yes, sure, Robin, sure.’
“‘I’ll tell her how good you was, and how much I loved you, too. What shall I say for you, Grandma West? What word shall I carry mother?’
“Mrs. West was weeping bitterly, with her head upon the pillow, where Robin’s had lain so long, and when he thus addressed her, she answered:
“‘Tell her, if you meet her, how I mourned for her till my hair all turned white, and tell her how if in thought I ever wronged her, I am so sorry now.’
“‘I’ll tell her,’ Robin whispered; ‘and you, Uncle Richard, what for you?’
“The doctor’s frame shook, and his face was white as ashes as he was thus appealed to for a message to the dead, but he did not speak until Robin twice repeated, ‘And what for you?’