"Did she know?" Margaret wondered.
"The doctor said he wouldn't be here again to-day--he thought you better
this morning," Hannah answered.
"I feel sure I am dying, Hannah. I shall never see him again."
"She is thinking of my father," Margaret thought, and could hardly keep
herself from crying out.
"You don't know how to do with illness," Hannah said; "you've not had
any for so long. We are all in God's hands, remember that."
"I want you to send for Margaret--she's so young," Mrs. Vincent pleaded;
"I can't bear to think of her away from home."