"No I know it," she said.
"We shall see him again. Think of that."
"You will," said Mrs. Rossitur, very sadly.
"And so will you, dear aunt Lucy dear aunt Lucy you promised him?"
"Yes" sobbed Mrs. Rossitur "I promised him but I am such a poor creature."
"So poor that Jesus cannot save you? or will not? No, dear aunt Lucy you do not think that; only trust him you do trust him now, do you not?"
A fresh gush of tears came with the answer, but it was in the affirmative; and, after a few minutes, Mrs. Rossitur grew more quiet.
"I wish something were done to this," she said, looking at the fresh earth beside her; "if we could have planted something "
"I have thought of it a thousand times," said Fleda, sighing; "I would have done it long ago if I could have got here; but it doesn't matter, aunt Lucy. I wish I could have done it."
"You?" said Mrs. Rossitur; "my poor child! you have been wearing yourself out working for me. I never was worth anything!" she said, hiding her face again.