"Oh, I _should_ see him once more before all is over! Heaven _might_ favour me thus far!" she cried. "God grant me a little comfort before I die!" was her humble petition.
"But he will not know I am ill till I am gone, and he will come when they have laid me out, and I am senseless, cold, and stiff.

"Oh, I should see him once more before all is over!" she cried. "God grant me a little comfort before I die!
"But he will not know I am ill till I am gone, and he will come when they have laid me out, and I am cold and stiff.
