ing her apron
to her eyes.

I bent over Jim, and called him by name. He opened his eyes, and
smiled feebly; then I caught the murmured words, 'Read me about the
city.'

'He's very ill,' whispered old Roger to me; 'an' we can't get no
doctor--but we've sent for 'un now. I thought I could a doctored him
myself; but it's no good. He's 'ad no food for four-and-twenty hours.'

'It's inflammation of the throat or windpipe, I think,' put in Roddy's
mother. 'I only knew he was so bad to-day, or I'd have been up sooner.'

The sick boy's eyes looked at me wistfully, and again I caught the
words, 'The city--I think I'm going there.' I turned to my little
Bible, which I had brought with me, and read a few verses from the
seventh and two last chapters in Revelation. His eyes brightened; he
repeated slowly and with great difficulty, 'Washed--made white in the
blood of the Lamb.'

'Yes,' I said gently, as I laid my hand on his fevered brow; 'and you
have been washed, have you not, Jim?'

He nodded; and here little Roddy burst forth eagerly, 'Is Jim goin' to
heaven?'

'We don't know,' I said; 'but he is quite ready to go if Jesus wants
him.'

'What time will he get there?' demanded Roddy. 'Will he get there
to-morrow day?'

His mother hushed him, and then old Roger asked me to pray with them,
which I did as simply as I could, for I saw Jim's eyes following my
every movement, and knew he was quite conscious.

'I think I will take Roddy home to bed, and step up again,' said Mrs.
Walters, 'if you're so good as to stay here with the old man, miss.
The doctor won't be long now, I'm thinkin'.'

Roddy stoutly resisted being taken away at first.

'I wants to see Jim go. I wants to see the angels come for him!'

When he was finally pacified, and about to be led away, he trotted up
to Jim, and putting his rosy mouth against his cheek, said in a loud
whisper, 'I sends my love to Jesus, Jim. Will you 'member?'

And when Jim smiled and nodded, he departed with his mother, looking
back with a shining face to say,--

'Good-bye, Jim. You send me a post letter when you get to heaven, like
uncle does to mother!'

I sat on quietly for a little while, with Jim's hot hand clasped in
mine, repeating some verses to him, and then the doctor arrived, and
Hugh put his head in rather impatiently at the door. Jim would not
leave go of my hand at first, but the doctor rather roughly put me
aside.

'Never bend over a sick person s