Mrs. Linck took Grace's hand and laid it upon the beautiful writing-desk which stood on a table by the bed. "Keep it," said she; "my Mahla said it must to you belong. She will not, in heaven, need it any more."
Grace sobbed out her thanks, and said she would "always love that desk, and never, never part with it."
She preserves it now among her choicest treasures. It reminds her of the blessed Golden Rule; and she thinks—though I hope never with pride—of the happiness she was once able to give a tired and sick little friend.
It is yet fresh and new; but the years pass so swiftly, that only a little while, and that very desk will be a relic of the past, which another generation of young people will regard as a sacred memento of Grace Clifford's happy girlhood.
[Transcriber's note: Many of the characters in this book speak in dialect or mispronounce words. The many misspellings in the text, including "declar" for "declare" and "mountainious" for "mountainous" have been carefully checked against the hardcopy. The all-caps YOU near the end of the story also appears, as such, in the hardcopy.]
End of Project Gutenberg's Little Prudy's Cousin Grace, by Sophie May