It was usual to summon Aunt Abby to keep company with her, as his death was expected hourly.
As she took her accustomed seat, he asked, "Are you afraid to stay with me alone, Frado ?" "No," she replied, and stepped to the window to conceal her emotion.
"Come here, and sit by me; I wish to talk with you." She approached him, and, taking her hand, he remarked: "How poor you are, Frado! I want to tell you that I fear I shall never be able to talk with you again.

It is the last time, perhaps, I shall EVER talk with you.

You are old enough to remember my dying words and profit by them.

I have been sick a long time; I shall die pretty soon.
My Heavenly Father is calling me home.

Had it been his will to let me live I should take you to live with me; but, as it is, I shall go and leave you.