She pressed a soft kiss upon his lips.
"Good-bye, granny," she said, holding out her hand to the negro.
The old woman seized it, and the tears fell faster, on the bed than they had hitherto done.

Her humble heart was touched at the simple, yet unfearing conduct of the child.
"Mother, kiss me," she continued.

"Do not be sad," she added, observing her mother's pale and ghastly countenance.

"I am going to a world where no one is sick, and no one knows want." Stooping over her dying child, Mrs.Wentworth complied with Ella's request, and pressed her brow in a long and earnest kiss.

She had not spoken a word from the time her child requested the old woman to open the window, but she had never for an instant, ceased looking on the features of her dying daughter, and she saw that the film was fast gathering on her eyes.
After her mother had kissed her, Ella remained silent for several minutes, when suddenly starting, she exclaimed: "I see them, mother! I see them! See the Angels coming for me--Heaven--mother--Angels!" A bright smile lit her features, the half-opened eyes lit up with the last fires of life; then as they faded away, her limbs relaxed, and still gazing on her mother's face, the breath left the body.
There was a rush as of wind through the window, but it was the Angels, who were bearing the child's spirit to a brighter and a better world..