Can't you say something, Meg?
Aren't there any prayers about the dying in the Prayer Book ?--I forget.

Say something, Meg!" Meg's lips moved, but her tongue uttered no word.
"Meg, I'm so frightened! I can't think of anything but `For what we are about to receive,' and that's grace, isn't it?
And there's nothing in Our Father that would do either.

Meg, I wish we'd gone to Sunday-school and learnt things.

Look at the dark, Meg! Oh, Meg, hold my hands!" "Heaven won't--be--dark," Meg's lips said.

Even when speech came, it was only a halting, stereotyped phrase that fell from them.
"If it's all gold and diamonds, I don't want to go!" The child was crying now.