“‘Where, dear?’
“‘Up there—in heaven?’
“‘No, dear,’ said Mrs. Meadow.
“‘I’ll go there, won’t I?’
“‘If you love Jesus and serve him, he will take good care of you and bring you safe there surely.’
“‘He will,’ said Norman.
“‘But you’re not going yet, I hope, dear,’ said Mrs. Meadow, kissing him. ‘Good bye. Come to-morrow, and you shall have the milk.’
“‘Will you read to me that again, some time?’ he enquired wistfully.
“Mrs. Meadow could hardly answer. She and Silky walked back without saying three words to each other; and I never saw Mrs. Meadow cry so much as she did that afternoon and evening.
“Norman came after that every morning for the dog’s milk; and many a Sunday he and Long-Ears passed part of the time with Mrs. Meadow; and many a reading he listened to there as he had listened to the first one. He didn’t talk much. He was always near his little dog, and he seemed quietly to enjoy everything at those times.