"I'm goin' to some friends of Mr. Williams," said Grannie, "and I'll be werry comfortable and I can stay as long as I like. Now, for the Lord's sake don't begin to fret 'bout me; it's enough to anger me ef you do. Aint we a heap to do atween this and Monday without fussin' over an old lady wot 'as 'ad the best o' good luck all her days? This is Tuesday, and you are to go and see Mrs. Faulkner to-morrow morning, Alison. I have got her address, and you are to be there by ten o'clock, not a minute later. Oh, yes, our hands will be full, and we have no time to think o' the future. The Lord has the future in his grip, chil'en, and 'taint for you and me to fret about it." Grannie seated herself again in her old armchair. "Fetch the Bible, Dave," she said suddenly, "and read a verse or two aloud." David rose to comply. He took the family Bible from its place on the shelf. Grannie opened the old book reverently. "He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty," read David. Grannie looked solemnly at the boy while the words so familiar and comforting fell from his lips. He read or to the end of the magnificent Psalm. "I guess there's a power of luck in that hidin' place for them as can find it," she said, when he had finished. Then she kissed the boy and girl and went abruptly away to her own room. "What does she mean by going on a visit?" said David to his sister. "I don't know," said Alison fearfully. "It can't be----" began David. "No, no; don't say it, Dave," interrupted Alison. "Don't say it aloud, don't----" She clapped her hands suddenly to his lips. "I can't bear it," she said suddenly. "I won't hear it. No, it's a visit. It's all true; it's only a visit. Good-night, Dave." She went away to her own room. During the darkness and misery of that night Alison scarcely slept; but old Grannie slept. God had given his angels charge of her, and no one ever had more peaceful slumber. CHAPTER XIII.