Elsie waited to hear no more, but pushing past the child, flew to the rescue.

But one glance at the aged face told her that no human help could avail; the seal of death was on it.

A great wave of sorrow swept over her at the sight, but she was outwardly calm and composed as, taking the cold hand in hers, she asked, “Dear mammy, is it peace?”

“Yes, chile, yes,” came in feeble yet assured accents from the dying lips; “an’ I’s almos’ dar; a po’ ole sinnah saved by grace.  Good-by, honey; we’s meet again at de Master’s feet, neber to part mo mo’!”

One or two long-drawn gasping breaths followed and the aged pilgrim had entered into rest.

At the same instant a strong arm was passed round Elsie’s waist, while a manly voice said tenderly, “We will not grieve for her, dear daughter, for all her pains, all her troubles are over, and she has been gathered home like a shock of corn fully ripe.”

“Yes, dear father, but let me weep a little; not for her, but for myself,” Elsie said, suffering him to draw her head to a resting-place upon his breast.

In the mean while Violet and Grace had wakened from sleep, and the little girl had told of her new-found happiness, meeting with the joyful sympathy which she had expected.

“Dear Gracie,” Violet said, taking the little girl in her arms and kissing her tenderly, “you are a blessed, happy child in having so early chosen the better part which shall never be taken away from you.  Jesus will be your friend all your life, be it long or short; a friend that sticketh closer than a brother; who will never leave nor forsake you, but will love you with an everlasting love, tenderer than a mother’s, and be always near and mighty to help and save in every time of trouble and distress.”

“Oh, mamma,” said Grace, “how good and kind He is to let me love Him!  I wish I could do something to please Him; what could I do, mamma?”

“He said to His disciples, ‘If ye love Me, keep My commandments;’ and He says the same to you and me, Gracie, dear,” Violet answered.

“I will try, mamma; and won’t you help me?”

“All I can, dear.  Now it is time for us to rise.”

They had nearly completed their toilet when a tap at the door was followed by the entrance of Violet’s mother, looking grave and sad, and with traces of tears about her eyes.

“Mamma, what is it?” Violet asked anxiously.

“Our dear old mammy is gone, daughter,” Elsie answered, the tears beginning to fall again; “gone home to glory.  I do not weep for her, but for myself.  You know what she was to me.”

“Yes, mamma, dearest, I am very sorry for you; but for her it should be all joy, should it not?  Life can have been little but a burden, to her for some years past, and now she is at God’s right hand where there are pleasures forever more.”

Elsie assented; and sitting down, gave a full account of what had passed between Aunt Chloe and herself the previous night, and of the death-scene this morning.