"You would not have me conceal her state from herself, I think, sir."
"I would not. I believe she is aware that I think her very ill--
decisively ill."
"I hope she is. I have seen in her of late that which makes me desire
for her the happy knowledge that she is going home to a place where she
may find more peace than near her enemies in a city of the earth."
Fancying that the President shook his head, Annie went on--
"I would not be presumptuous, sir, for another any more than for myself:
but when a better life is permitted to begin, ever so feebly, here,
surely God sends death, not to put it out, but to remove it to a safer
place."
The President smiled kindly, and walked away.