She was trying to think of something which Nora would like to talk about instead of heaven.

A gleam of hope came to her.
"I know one thing you will enjoy," she said; "very soon they will begin to cut the grass on the meadow, and they will pile it into beautiful soft hay-cocks, and we will go and lie down upon them all day long; it cannot tire you to lie in the hay, and it's perfectly lovely." But Nora only shook her head again, and said nothing; she had no belief in the power of hay to make her well again, and the prospect was not to be compared to the pleasures of a heavenly garden.

Emma thought it time for her to say good-bye.

Mrs.Stanhope came in, and begged her to stay a while longer; her mother knew where she was, and there was no reason for her hurrying away.

Nora, however, did not second her mother's efforts, and Emma was anxious to go.