Eden. 'You have always
been a very kind friend to her, Miss Lilias. Do not take on so,
Miss. If it is His will, nothing could have made any difference.'
Lily was going to speak again, but Mr. Devereux stopped her, saying,
'We must not keep Mrs. Eden from her, Lily.'
'Thank you, sir, her aunt is with her,' said Mrs. Eden, 'and no one
is any good there now, she does not know any one. Will you walk up
and see her, sir? will you walk up, Miss Lilias?'
Lily silently followed her cousin up the narrow stairs to the upper
room, where, in the white-curtained bed, lay the little child,
tossing about and moaning, her cheeks flushed with fever, and her
blue eyes wide open, but unconscious. A woman, whom Lily did not at
first perceive to be Mrs. Naylor, rose and courtsied on their
entrance. Agnes's new Bible was beside her, and her mother told them
that she was not easy if it was out of sight for an instant.
At this moment Agnes called out, 'Mother,' and Mrs. Eden bent down to
her, but she only repeated, 'Mother' two or three times, and then
began talking:
'Kissy, I want my bag--where is my thimble--no, not that I can't
remember--my catechism-book--my godfathers and godmothers in my
baptism, wherein I was made a member--my Christian name--my name, it
is my Christian name; no, that is not it -
"It is a name by which I am
Writ in the hook of life,
And here below a charm to keep,
Unharmed by sin and strife;
As often as my name I hear,
I hear my Saviour's voice.
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