"Did she know?" Margaret wondered.
"The doctor said he wouldn't be here again to-day—he thought you better this morning," Hannah answered.
"I feel sure I am dying, Hannah. I shall never see him again."
"She is thinking of my father," Margaret thought, and could hardly keep herself from crying out.
"You don't know how to do with illness," Hannah said; "you've not had any for so long. We are all in God's hands, remember that."
"I want you to send for Margaret—she's so young," Mrs. Vincent pleaded; "I can't bear to think of her away from home."
But Hannah answered firmly: "She has disgraced us, mother."
"She has done nothing wrong," Mrs. Vincent answered; "nothing could make me believe that."
"She has disgraced us with her play actors and her forwardness. Would you have an unbeliever beside your sick-bed?"