"  Harry,  dear,  the  kind  lady  who  gave  me  the
frock  and  all  the  nice  things,  and  been  so  kind
to  us,  has  brought  me  in  to  see  you  and  mother,
and  I'm  coming  again  very  soon.  Are  you
getting  well,  Harry?  and  when  are  you  coming
out?"

"Soon,  very  soon,  Zetta,  we'll  hope.  I'm
almost  well  already ;  everybody's  so  kind  to  me
in  here,  and  Dr.  Belfield  gives  me  such  nice
medicine."

"  Harry,  I've  seen  mother,"  said  Zetta,  in  an
eager  whisper.
"And  is  she  better?"  asked  the  boy,  anxiously,
as  he  watched  the  tears  gather  in  Zetta's  eyes.
"  No,  she's  never  going  to  get  better.  But
she  told  me  to  tell  you  not  to  cry  for  her,
because  she's  going  to  heaven  to  live  with  Jesus,
and  she's  so  happy.  She  does  not  look  like
mother  at  all  now,  for  her  face  is  quite  white,
and  she  can't  hardly  speak."

Margaret,  seeing  the  poor  boy  was  quite  over-
come, and  fearing  the  excitement  for  him,  drew
near,  and  spoke  a  few  words  of  tender  sympathy
and  encouragement.
"  Don't  fret  for  her,  my  boy,"  she  added,
laying  her  hand  on  his.  "  You  would  not  wish
her  to  live  on  in  this  world  a  helpless  cripple.
She  will  be  so  much  happier  where  she  is  going,
and  what  a  comfort  to  think  she  is  ready  to  go.
"  Not  a  Wreck."  101

Give  me  a  message  to  take  back  to  her,  while  I
leave  Zetta  with  you  for  a  few  minutes  longer."

"  Tell  her,"  said  the  boy,  sobbing,  "  we  will
both  of  us  love  God  and  Jesus  Christ,  and  come
to  her  some  day,  and  He  will  take  care  of  us.
