But if you attend to what your father says to you, if you never omit, morning and evening, to implore the blessing of Heaven, we shall meet again." "I understand what you mean, sister," said Christiana.

"The place you are going to is the grave." "You have guessed rightly, Christiana," rejoined Amabel, solemnly.

"Do not forget my last words to you, and when you are grown into a woman, think upon the poor sister who loved you tenderly." "I shall always think of you," said Christiana, clasping her arms round her sister's neck.

"Oh! I wish I could go to the grave instead of you!" Amabel pressed her to her bosom, and in a broken voice murmured a blessing over her.
Mr.Bloundel here thought it necessary to interfere, and, taking the weeping child in his arms, carried her into the adjoining apartment.
Soon after this, the household were summoned to prayers, and as the grocer poured forth an address to Heaven for the preservation of his daughter, all earnestly joined in the supplication.

Their devotions ended, Amabel took leave of her brothers, and the parting might have been painfully prolonged but for the interposition of her father.