"Dinah, if he were living nothing would keep him from me.

Where is he gone?
Dost thou think he will return in time ?" "I think so, my dear lady," answered Dinah in her full, quiet voice; "I pray he may come soon!" "Yes, pray for him, pray for him!" cried the lady clasping her hands, "I have not prayed for him enough.

Pray that his precious life may be preserved!" Dinah clasped her hands and bent her head.

Her whole faculties seemed merged in one great stress of urgent prayer.

The lady looked at her and touched her hand gently.
"You are a good woman, Dinah Morse.