Jenny asked for paper and pencil, and when her mother had raised her on the bed, she wrote, with trembling hand, these words:—
"Please to forgive Fanny, for the sake of her dying friend, Jenny Kent."
"Take this, Fanny: God will forgive you."
It was evident to the experienced eye of Mrs. Kent that Jenny was going from earth. The sufferer lay with her gaze fixed upon the ceiling, and her hands clasped, as in silent prayer. She seemed to be communing with the angels. She struggled for breath, and her mother watched her in the most painful anxiety.
"Good by, mother," said she, at last. "Good by, Eddy: I'm going home."
Mrs. Kent took her offered hand, and kissed her, struggling all the time to be calm. Little Eddy was raised up to the bed, and kissed his departing sister.
"Fanny," gasped she, extending her trembling hand.
Fanny took the hand.
"Good by."
"Good by, Jenny," she answered, awed and trembling with agitation at the impressive scene.