I am afraid he will not come until I am gone, and he will be so sorry; my poor, poor papa! Tell him that I loved him to the very last; that I longed to ask him to forgive me for all the naughty, rebellious feelings I have ever had towards him.

Twice, since he has been displeased with me, I have rebelled in my heart--once when he refused to give me Miss Allison's letter, and again when he sent mammy away; it was only for a few moments each time; but it was very wicked, and I am very sorry." Sobs choked her utterance.
"Poor darling!" said Adelaide, crying bitterly.

"I don't think an angel could have borne it better, and I know he will reproach himself for his cruelty to you." "Oh, Aunt Adelaide, _don't_ say that; don't _let_ him reproach himself, but say all you can to comfort him.

I am his child--he had a right--and he only wanted to make me good--and I needed it all, or God would not have permitted it." "Oh, Elsie, darling, I _cannot_ give you up! you _must not_ die!" sobbed Adelaide, bending over her, her tears falling fast on Elsie's bright curls.

"It is too hard to see you die so young, and with so much to live for." "It is very _sweet_ to go home so soon," murmured the soft, low voice of the little one, "so sweet to go and live with Jesus, and be free from sin forever!" Adelaide made no reply, and for a moment her bitter sobbing was the only sound that broke the stillness of the room.
"Don't cry so, dear auntie," Elsie said faintly.