Your little girl is gone.

I will send my wife to you." Mrs.Stein came, but her words brought no comfort to the bereaved mother.

She heard nothing; she saw nothing but the quiet little form that lay lifeless before her.

When Mrs.Stein was convinced that she could be of no use to her, she went across the room to Elsli, who sat weeping on the footstool by the window, and taking her by the hand, she led her out of the room, saying gently:-- "Now it is best for you to go home, my dear.

We will not forget you, and remember that our Father in heaven never forgets his children.