Tulee, looking on one day, said, "Poor Missy Rosy don't hear nothin' ye say, though ye call so loud." "De good Lord up dar, He hars," replied Chloe, reverently pointing upward; and she went on with the vehement repetition.

These supplications were often varied with Methodist hymns and negro melodies, of which the most common refrain was, "O glory! glory! glory!" But whether singing or praying, she made it a point to hold the invalid's hand and look into her eyes.

For a long while, the spirit that had gone somewhere showed no signs of returning, in obedience to the persevering summons.

But after several weeks had elapsed, there was a blind groping for Chloe's hand; and when it was found, Tulee thought she perceived something like a little flickering gleam flit over the pale face.

Still, neither of the nurses was recognized; and no one ever knew what the absent soul was seeing and hearing in that mysterious somewhere whither it had flown.