night, no blindness, no pain, and you with me again as you have been
here, only there, I shall be the guide, and lead you through the green
pastures beside the still waters, where never-fading flowers are
blooming sweeter than the orange blossoms near our window."

Lucy was sobbing hysterically, with her head in his lap, while he
smoothed the dark braids of her hair, and tried to comfort her by asking
if she ought not to be glad that he was going where there was no more
night for him, and where she, too, would join him in a little while.

"It is not that!" Lucy cried, "though it breaks my heart to think of you
gone forever. How can I live without you? What shall I do when my
expiatory work is finished?"

"Expiatory work?" Robin repeated, questioningly. "What do you mean? What
have you to expiate?--you, the noblest, most unselfish sister in the
world!"

"Much, much. Oh, Robbie, I cannot let you die with this upon my mind,
even if the confession turn your love for me into hate--and you do love
me, I have made your life a little less sad than it might have been but
for me."

"Yes, sister, you have made my life so full of happiness that, darkened
as it is, I would like to cling to it longer, though I know heaven is so
much better."

"Thank you, Robbie--thank you for that" Lucy said; then, lifting up her
head, and looking straight into her brother's face, she continued: "You
say you have a faint recollection of the grass, and the flowers, and