Then I can breave!" "It's so dreadful!" sobbed Susy.

"I feel real sure she's going to die this time." "O, no, I don't think she will," said Prudy, shaking the tears off her eyelashes.

"God took care of me when I had the lameness, and He'll take care of her.

He loves her as much as he loves me." "Now just listen to me," returned Susy, pacing the floor of the green chamber, in her night-dress, while Prudy sat on the edge of the bed.
"God loves us all; but that's no sign we can't die! Little children, no older than Dotty, have their breath snatched right away, and are covered up in the ground, with gravestones at their heads and feet.

O, you haven't the least idea, Prudy.