He turned his eyes away, and his tone was quite professional as he said heartily, "Thank you, Miss Farwell. I shall not give up hoping that we may keep you. Good night!" "Isn't he a dear, good man?" exclaimed the invalid, as the nurse re-entered the sick room. "Yes," she answered, "he is a good man, one of the best I think, that I have ever known." The patient continued eagerly, "He told me the ladies could come here for their Aid Society meeting next week, if you would stay to take care of me. You will, won't you dear?" The nurse busy with the medicine the doctor had left did not answer at once. "I would like it so much," came the voice from the bed. Hope turned and went quickly to her patient saying with a smile, "Of course I will stay if you wish it. I believe the meeting will do you good." "Oh thank you, and you'll get to meet our new minister then, sure. Just to think you have never seen him, and he has called several times, but you have always happened to be out or in your room." "Yes," said the young woman, "I have managed to miss him every time." Something in the voice, always so kind and gentle, caused the sick woman to turn her head on the pillow and look at her nurse intently. "And you haven't been to church, since you have been here, either." "Oh, but you know I am like your good doctor in that, I can plead professional duties." "Dr. Harry is always there when he can possibly go. I never thought of it before. Will you mind, dearie, if I ask you whether you are a Christian or not? I told Sapphira this afternoon that I knew you were." "Yes," said Hope, "you are right. I cannot often go to church, but--" and there was a ring of seriousness in her voice now, "I am a Christian if trying to follow faithfully the teachings of the Christ is Christianity." "I was sure you were," murmured the other, "Brother Matthews will be so glad to meet you. I know you will like him." To which the nurse answered, "But you will be in no condition for the visit of the ladies, if I don't take better care of you now. Did you know that you were going to sleep? Well you are. You have had a busy day, and you are not to speak another word except 'good night.' I am going to turn the light real low--so--And now I am going to sit here and tell you about my walk. You're just to shut your eyes and listen and rest--rest--rest." And the low, sweet voice told of the flowers and the grass and the trees, the fields lying warm in the sunlight, with the flitting cloud-shadows, and the hills stretching away into the blue, until no troubled thought was left in the mind of the sick woman. Like a child she slept.