C. I am glad you have come, aunt; I have made mother cry again, and I cannot help crying too. I do think it would have been better for us if Susan had not died.
A. Your mother thought so at first, Charles; but now she knows it would have been wrong to have wished little Susan here just for her own pleasure, when the little creature is happier in heaven. Besides, God would not have taken her if it had been for your mother’s real good to let her stay.
C. I cannot understand that, do you mother?
M. I do! I do! but I cannot talk about it now.
C. So sudden! three days ago she was well!
A. Come, my dear child, come and let me finish dressing you, and your mother will talk to you about Susan very often; kiss the dear baby’s cheek, Charles,—your mother is holding her up to you.
C. O, if she could only be made alive again!
A. Hush—do not sob so loud! come with me, Charles, and I will tell you how we think God has already made her alive in heaven.
