Saviour; but, for my children's sakes, I would like to wait a while. I would like to take them with me when I go."
"It may be that one of them will get there before you," said her sister. "He knows best, and will send what is best for His own."
"Yes, I know it," said Mrs Elder, in a startled voice, as she turned to look at the pale face of her boy, now almost death-like in the quietness of sleep. The silence was long and tearful; and then she added, as if unconscious of the presence of another:
"So that we are all guided safely to His rest at last, it matters little though the way be rough. `I will trust, and not be afraid.'"
Long after the tired children slept, the sisters sat conversing about many things. Not about the future. Firm as was their trust in God, the future seemed dark indeed, and each shrank from paining the other by speaking her fears aloud. Of her husband Mrs Elder spoke with thankfulness and joy, though with many tears. He had known and loved the Saviour, and had