"Have you read the Bible that I left behind for you?"

"Yes, father; oh, yes, morning and night."

"Then, you know that the good meet again, after death?"

"But I--I am not good. Oh, father, father, I cannot make myself good
enough to see you again; you will go, and I shall be left behind--I
and mother!--I and mother!"

"Have you been patient with your mother--respectful to her?" he asked,
sadly.

"There--there it is. I have tried and tried, but when she strikes
me, or brings those people here, or comes home with that horrible
bottle under her shawl, I cannot be respectful--I get angry and long
to hide away when she comes up stairs."

"Hush, my child, hush; these are wicked words!"

"I know it, father; it seems to me as if no one ever was so
wicked--try ever so much, I cannot be good. I thought when you came"--

"Well, my child."

"I thought that you would tell me how, and you talk of--. Don't,
father, don't; I want you so much."

"It is God who takes me," said Fuller, gently; "He will teach you