You are not going to die.

The physician will soon be here, and he will give you some thing which will get you better." Ella smiled faintly.

"No, mother, I cannot get better; I know I am going to die.

Last night, while sleeping, an angel told me in my dream, that I would sleep with God to-night." "That was only a dream, darling," Mrs.Wentworth replied, "you will get well and live a long time." As she spoke the old negro returned, accompanied by a physician.

He was one of these old fashioned gentlemen, who never concern themselves with another's business, and therefore, he did not enquire the cause of Mrs.Wentworth, and her family being in so poor a dwelling.