When I had finished, I looked at them: Phoebe had fallen asleep with Susan's hand still in hers: there was a look of peaceful rest on the worn gray face that made me whisper to Miss Locke,-- 'The evil spirit is cast out at last, Susan.' 'Ay,' returned Susan quietly.

'She is clothed and in her right mind, and I doubt not sitting at the feet of Him who has called her.

I have got my Phoebe back again, thank God, as I have not seen her for many a long year.'.