You never think anything can happen!" "Well, things don't happen very often, you know, Susy." "There, Prudy Parlin, don't talk so! I feel just as if Dotty was going to die this very night." "O, I don't think she will, Susy.

But she's God's little girl, and if He wants her up in heaven He has a right to take her.

He never'll take her, though, unless it's best, now certainly." "Sit still, Prudy, just as you are.

The moon is shining into the window, on your tears, and it seems as if I could almost see a rainbow in your eyes!--There, it's gone now.

What makes you talk so queer about God, Prudy?
as if you knew a great deal more than I do ?" "I don't know half as much as you do," replied Prudy; "but I used to lie and think about the Saviour when I had the lameness .-- Hark! Is that Dotty laughing?
Let's go in and see if she isn't 'most well." The child was indeed better; but for the next three nights she suffered from severe attacks of the croup.