“‘But you will want him,’ said Mrs. Meadow.
“‘No I won’t. Father will do something with him.’
“‘Indeed he will, sure enough,’ said Mrs Finch.
“‘Then I’ll take him, and keep him, dear, as if he was yourself,’ said Mrs. Meadow.
“‘I won’t want him,’ said Norman, shutting his eyes again;—‘I’m going.’
“‘And you’re not sorry, dear?’ said Mrs. Meadow.
“‘No!’ he said.
“‘I wonder why he should,’ said Mrs. Finch, wiping her eyes.
“‘And you know Jesus will take you?’
“‘Because I love him,’ said Norman, without opening his eyes.