46 DAISY

tHe looked at her. Flor one instant the rigid
control in which he held himself almost gave way.
But he recovered himself, and she went on feebly:
“Will you carry me down to breakfus’?” "Then
her eyes closed. She seemed to be slipping
away.

lis face became like marble. ‘The child
was dying, and she did not know it. ‘He put
his lips to her ear: “B)aisy,”” in an agonized voice,
“this is a sad world; wouldn’t you like to go
and leave it?” |

T’he child lifted her heavy lids. “‘Leeave it,”
she lisped.

“Yes, and go to heaven,” he ejaculated in
a desperate, broken voice, ‘‘where the lord Jesus
our Saviour is. You will be very happy there.

He will give you a white robe and a golden