"Do you love Christ, Ellen?" She nodded, weeping afresh. "Do you love him less since he has brought you into this great sorrow?" "No," sobbed Ellen, "_more!_" He drew her closer to his breast, and was silent a little while. "I am very glad to hear you say that! — then all will be well. And haven't you the best reason to think that all _is_ well with your dear mother?" Ellen almost shrieked. Her mother's name had not been spoken before her in a great while, and she could hardly bear to hear it now. Her whole frame quivered with hysterical sobs. "Hush, Ellie!" said John, in a tone that, low as it was, somehow found its way through all her agitation, and calmed her like a spell; — "have you not good reason to believe that all is well with her?" "Oh, yes! — oh, yes!" "She loved and trusted Him, too; and now she is with Him — she has reached that bright home where there is no more sin, nor sorrow, nor death." "Nor parting either," sobbed Ellen, whose agitation was excessive. "Nor parting! — and though _we_ are parted from them, it is but for a little; let us watch, and keep our garments clean, and soon we shall be all together, and have done with tears for ever. _She_ has done with them now. — Did you hear from her again?" "Oh, no! — not a word!" "That is a hard trial. — But, in it all, believe, dear Ellie, the love that God hath towards us; — remember that our dear Saviour is near us, and feels for us, and is the same at all times. — And don't cry so, Ellie!" He kissed her once or twice, and begged her to calm herself. For it seemed as if Ellen's very heart was flowing away in her tears; yet they were gentler and softer far than at the beginning. The conversation had been a great relief. The silence between her and Alice on the thing always in her mind — a silence neither of them dared to break — had grown painful. The spell was taken off; and though, at first, Ellen's tears knew no measure, she was easier even then; as John soothed her, and went on with his kind talk, gradually leading it away from their first subject to other things, she grew not only calm, but more peaceful at heart than months had seen her. She was quite herself again before Alice came home. "You have done her good already," exclaimed Alice, as soon as Ellen was out of the room; — "I knew you would; I saw it in her face as soon as I came in." "It is time," said her brother. "She is a dear little thing!" The next day, in the middle of the morning, Ellen, to her great surprise, saw Sharp brought before the door, with the side-saddle on, and Mr. John carefully looking to the girth, and shortening the stirrup. "Why, Alice," she exclaimed, "what is Mr. John going to do?" "I don't know, Ellie, I am sure; he does queer things sometimes. What makes you ask?" Before she could answer, he opened the door.