As it struck nine, the mother turned to her children, whose faces had grown wan and pinched with watching and anxiety. "Had you not better lie down and sleep, my dear children?" she whispered. "I too am tired." Then, assisted by Gretchen, she turned to the wall, closed her eyes and breathed quietly. The children sat in silence by her bedside, watching their mother's sleep, and fondly hoping that it might be the sleep of returning health. About an hour passed thus. Then Margaret rose, and softly creeping to the bed, she leaned over her mother. She listened--all was still: The patient sufferer was at home with her God. THE END. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Katharine von Bora, by Armin Stein