"
They were silent for a few minutes, and Alice was looking out
of the window again. The sun had set, and the colouring of all
without was graver. Yet it was but the change from one beauty
to another. The sweet air seemed still sweeter than before the
sun went down.
"You must be happy, dear Ellie, in knowing that I am. I am
happy now. I enjoy all this, and I love you all — but I can
leave it and can leave you — yes, both — for I would see
Jesus! He who has taught me to love him, will not forsake me
now. Goodness and mercy have followed me all the days of my
life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. I
thank him! Oh, I thank him!"
Alice's face did not belie her words, though her eyes shone
through tears.
"Ellie, dear — you must love Him with all your heart, and live
constantly in his presence. I know if you do, he will make you
happy, in any event. He can always give more than he takes
away. Oh, how good he is! — and what wretched returns we make
him! I was miserable when John first went away to Doncaster; I
did not know how to bear it. But now, Ellie, I think I can see
it has done me good, and I can even be thankful for it. All
things are ours — all things — the world, and life, and death
too."
"Alice," said Ellen, as well as she could — "you know what you
were saying to me the other day?"
"About what, love?"
"That about — you know — that chapter.
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