"No, I have been thinking. My pain is all gone, and such beautiful things came into my mind. Will you say my verse to me?" He always spoke of the text that Miss Crawford had written in his Bible as his verse. "I like to hear your voice."
She did so:
"'We love Him, because He first loved us.'"
"Isn't it sweet?" he said, with a smile lighting up his face. "O! Millie," he went on earnestly, "I am so glad now that it ever happened. It seemed so hard at first. I couldn't understand that it was done in love. O! The love of the Lord Jesus! I was hard and wicked, and it softened me and won me over in spite of myself. Love has done it all through—first yours, then Miss Crawford's, and then the greatest love of all—the love that is stronger than death. Don't cry, Millie dear, there's nothing to grieve for."
She smiled through her tears and caressed his hand lovingly.
He said no more, and presently fell asleep again.
Hours passed before he opened his eyes and spoke again.
"Millie, tell me your dream once more."
She did not understand, and asked gently, what dream he meant.
"The dream you told me on the bridge in London. I want to hear it again."