"Darling Vi," she whispered, "you love Jesus, don't you?"
Violet nodded assent: she could not speak.
"And you're willing to let him have me, aren't you, dear?"
"Yes, yes," but the tears fell fast, and "Oh, what shall I do without
you?" she cried with a choking sob.
"It won't be long," said Lily. "Mamma says it will seem only a very little
while when it is past."
Her voice sank with the last words, and she closed her eyes with a weary
sigh.
"Go, dear daughter, go away for the present," the mother said to Violet,
who instantly obeyed.
Lily lingered for several days, suffering little except from weakness,
always patient and cheerful, talking so joyfully of "going home to Jesus,"
that death seemed robbed of all its gloom; for it was not of the grave
they thought in connection with her, but of the glories of the upper
sanctuary, the bliss of those who dwell forever with the Lord.
Father, brothers and sisters often gathered for a little while about her
bed; for she dearly loved them all; but the mother scarcely left her day
or night; the mother whose gentle teachings had guided her childish feet
into the path that leads to God, whose ministry of love had made the short
life bright and happy, spite of weakness and pain.
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