'Oh! consider how young and good she is, and what pleasure and comfort she gives to all about her.

I am sure--certain--quite certain--that, for your sake, who are so good yourself; and for her own; and for the sake of all she makes so happy; she will not die.

Heaven will never let her die so young.' 'Hush!' said Mrs.Maylie, laying her hand on Oliver's head.

'You think like a child, poor boy.

But you teach me my duty, notwithstanding.