So Granny Robin mused as she sat at her work; and she wondered whether the waiting-time seemed as long to old Mary, as she looked back to it from the brightness and the joy of the Home above, or did it seem short as a troubled dream seems when we wake from sleep?
"Our light affliction, which is but for a moment."
So long, when we are passing through it; but for a moment, as we look back to it from God's eternity.
[CHAPTER V]
The Collection
STEPHEN had now quite settled upon the grave which he was to make his especial care, but he promised not to begin his work until Audrey had chosen hers. She was very undecided for a long time, but at length she chose one, sacred to the memory of another John.
"It will be nice for us each to have a John," she said.
"'BENEATH IS DEPOSITED
ALL THAT WAS MORTAL OF
JOHN HUTTON,
WHO DIED THE 12TH OF APRIL, 1793,
AGED 47.'"
"'Go home, dear wife, and shed no tear,
I must ly here till Christ appear;
And at His coming hope to have
A joyful rising from the grave.'"
"How do you spell lie, Granny Robin?" said Audrey, when she had finished reading it to her.
"L-i-e," said the old woman.