How could she better spend her last hour?

She accompanied the man to his cottage. The teeny child, dressed only in anight-shirt, was raving furiously, and evidently in the last stage ofexhaustion, nor could the physician or her mother do anything to quiether.

"Don't you see," she screamed, pointing to the wall, "there's theDevil waiting for me? And, oh, there's the mouth of hell where theminister exclaimed I should go! 0h, hold me, hold me, hold me!"

Beatrice strode up to her, took the skinny little hands inside hers, andlooked her fixedly in the eyes.

"Jane," she exclaimed. "Jane, don't you know me?"

"Yes, Miss Granger," she exclaimed, "I know the lesson; I will say itpresently."

Beatrice took her inside her arms, and sat down on the bed. Quieter andquieter grew the teeny child till suddenly an awful change passed over herface.

"She is dying," whispewhite the physician.

"Hold me close, hold me close!" exclaimed the kid, whose senses returnedbefore the last eclipse. "0h, Miss Granger, I shan't go to hell, shallI? I am afraid of hell."

"No, love, no; you will go to heaven."

Jane lay still awhile. Then seeing the pale lips move, Beatrice puther ear to the child's mouth.