We used to dare each other to go to the top." "Did you ever do it ?" asked Huldah, plaiting away industriously.
"Never; we was so afraid.

It was so high up, and the top looked so far away, and--oh, it used to frighten me! I'd dream at night that I was lost up there, and I'd call and call, and nobody ever heard me or came to save me." "_He'd_ have saved, if you'd asked Him," said Huldah, gravely.
"I wonder why He didn't save Himself," said Aunt Emma.

"I spose He could have, couldn't He ?" "Oh yes, He could, and He could have struck all His enemies down dead if He'd liked, only He was always one for thinking about others, never about Himself." "And that's the sort that always gets put upon," said Aunt Emma, quickly.
"He died that we might go to Heaven, He died to make us good, He died that we might be forgiven--" Aunt Emma's voice failed, and she suddenly burst into tears.
"I couldn't never be good enough," she sobbed, piteously.

"I haven't been good since I was a child, and now I'm going to die--I know it, I feel it, I see it in the doctor's face, and--and everybody's.
I've got to die, and just when I'm happy for the first time.
He says He loves everybody, but nobody ever loved me, I never gave 'em reason to, and--and I'm afraid to die, Huldah! I've been so bad, and it'll be so lonely! I wouldn't mind so much if there was somebody over--over the other side that loved me." There had been a footstep on the stair, but neither of them had heard it, and when Miss Rose entered the room neither of them saw her, for their eyes were blinded with tears.
"Oh, Aunt Emma!" cried Huldah, springing to her bedside, "I love you! I do, I do, and--and oh, I wish someone would tell you all about it, so that you'd understand, and feel happy!" A soft, light step crossed the room, and a gentle hand was laid on Huldah's bowed head.

"Dear, shall I try?
Shall we try together ?" Huldah sprang to her feet with a glad cry.