She asked for the child at bedtime to-night, and I laid her down in her night-dress on her mother's arm. She kissed her, and said her prayers, and talked a bit about Mary Ann, and to-morrow, and her snow man. I sat over by the window in the dusk, and watched a little creamy cloud that was folding in the moon. Presently their voices grew low, and at last Faith's stopped altogether. Then I heard in fragments this:—

"Sleepy, dear? But you won't have many more talks with mamma. Keep awake just a minute, Faith, and hear, can you hear? Mamma will never, never forget her little girl; she won't go away very far; she will always love you. Will you remember as long as you live? She will always see you, though you can't see her, perhaps. Hush my darling, don't cry! God isn't naughty! No, God is good; God is always good. He won't take mamma a great way off. One more kiss? There! now you may go to sleep. One more? Come, Cousin Mary."