Then there were patriotic remarks, no speaker omitting to praise the "fair and noble young misses" who had been the means of raising hundreds of dollars for the soldiers. If these enthusiastic gentlemen had used less flattery, it might have been wiser; for I fear that some of the Princesses went home that night fancying their own little heads and hearts to be running over with wisdom and benevolence. The very next day Mahla Linck passed quietly away to the Saviour who "loved her so." It did not seem like death. Grace and Cassy looked at the face which Mahla had once lighted up. It was quite still, now, and changeless; but the sweet, trusting look was there yet--the very look she gave, her Saviour when she saw him coming to take her in his arms and bless her, and bear her away to heaven. Grace kissed the cold forehead, but it no longer thrilled to her touch. The purified spirit of little Mahla was not there. "O, Cassy, do you remember what she said?" whispered Grace through a mist of tears. "She said heaven was right in this room; and seems to me I can feel it!" The quiet of the spot was indeed hallowed. One might almost believe that the peace which had filled little Mahla's heart still lingered about her sleeping form. "She loved God dearly," thought Grace. "O, I wish I loved Him so!" Mrs. Linck took Grace's hand and laid it upon the beautiful writing-desk which stood on a table by the bed. "Keep it," said she; "my Mahla said it must to you belong. She will not, in heaven, need it any more." Grace sobbed out her thanks, and said she would "always love that desk, and never, never part with it." She preserves it now among her choicest treasures. It reminds her of the blessed Golden Rule; and she thinks--though I hope never with pride--of the happiness she was once able to give a tired and sick little friend. It is yet fresh and new; but the years pass so swiftly, that only a little while, and that very desk will be a relic of the past, which another generation of young people will regard as a sacred memento of Grace Clifford's happy girlhood. [Transcriber's note: Many of the characters in this book speak in dialect or mispronounce words. The many misspellings in the text, including "declar" for "declare" and "mountainious" for "mountainous" have been carefully checked against the hardcopy. The all-caps YOU near the end of the story also appears, as such, in the hardcopy.] End of Project Gutenberg's Little Prudy's Cousin Grace, by Sophie May