This arrangement was a great relief to Mrs.Stein, who returned home with an easier mind, and hastened to impart this bit of good news to her sister.

But aunty was nowhere to be found, and Emma, who was sitting alone in an unusually subdued mood, told her mother that she was probably with Fred, who had been looking for her, "to show her a beetle or some such thing," she supposed! So Mrs.Stein sat down with her little girl, who wanted to ask her questions about Nora.

Emma longed to hear that Nora had not suffered from her neglect, and had been contented and happy without her; for she had been feeling more and more how selfish she had been in never repeating her first visit, merely because she had not herself enjoyed it, never thinking what she might have done for poor sick Nora.
Fred had sought his aunt for a long time, and when he found her he carried her off to a remote part of the garden, where stood a lonely summer-house.

There he drew her down beside him on a bench, and said he had something to say to her alone.
"Do you know, aunty, I saw Nora to-day, and she is dead; and I cannot see how she can come to life again, and go to heaven." "You cannot understand that, Fred?
Neither can I.But the good God does many things which we cannot understand, and yet we know they are.

And as we are told by One whom we can trust that we shall live again after our body dies, we must believe it.