an Angel dwelling with the Maker,
and in her childish trustfulness and faith almost wished herself
already numbered among the Cherubs of Paradise.

The old negro returned before Mrs. Wentworth, and walking to the
bedside of the child, looked at her, and recognized the impress of
approaching death. She felt alarmed, but could not remedy the evil.
Looking at the child sorrowfully for a moment, she turned away.

"Poh chile," she muttered sadly, "she is dyin' sho' and her mammy is
gone out. Da's a ting to take place in my room."

"Granny," said Ella feebly.

"What do you want my darlin' chile," answered the old woman, returning
to the bedside.

"See if mother is coming," she requested.

The old woman walked to the door, and looked down the street. There
was no sign of Mrs. Wentworth.

"No missy," she said to Ella, "your mammy is not coming yet."

"Oh, I do wish she would come," remarked the little girl.

"Lie still, darlin'," the old woman answered. "Your mammy will come
back directly."

The child lay still for several minutes, but her mother came not and
she felt that before many hours she would cease to live.

"Look again, granny, and see if mother is coming," she again
requested, and in a fainter tone.

The old woman looked out once more, but still there was no sign of
Mrs. Wentworth.

"Neber mind, darlin' your mammy will cum directly," she said, and then
added. "Let me know what you want and I will git it for you."

"I don't want anything, granny," Ella answered, and remained silent
for a moment, when she continued: "Granny aint I going to die?"

The old negro looked at her for a moment, and a tear stole down her
withered features. She could not answer, for ignorant and uneducated
as she was, the signs which betoken the parting of the soul from the
body, were too apparent, not to be easily recognized.

"Poh chile," she muttered, as she turned her head and brushed away the
falling tear.

"Answer me, granny," said Ella. "I am not afraid to die, but I would
like to bid mother good-bye, before I went to Heaven."

"Don't tink of sich tings chile'" observed the old woman. "You is sick
now only; lie still and you will soon see your mother."

The time sped swiftly, but to the dying child it seemed an age. She
lay there; her life breath ebbing fast, waiting for her mother, that
she may die in her arms. Angels filled the lowly cabin, and held their
outstretched arms to receive the spirit of a sinless babe