She would trust him that all would be well whether in life or death.
"'Even the wind and the sea obey him,'" she whispered to Violet, who was asking with pale trembling lips, "Mamma, mamma, what will become of us ?" "But mamma they say the vessel is loaded with cotton, and that the lightning has probably set it on fire." "Still, my darling, he is able to take care of us; 'it is nothing with him to help whether with many or with them that have no power;' he is the Lord our God." Her father had come to her side.

"Daughter, my dear, dear daughter!" he said with emotion, taking her in his arms as was his wont in her early years.
"O grandpa, take care of mamma, whatever becomes of us!" exclaimed Elsie and Vi together.
"No, no!" she said, "save my children and never mind me." "Mamma, you must be our first care!" said Eddie hoarsely.
"Your sisters, my son, and your brothers.

Leave me to the last," she answered firmly.
"We will hope to save you all," Mr.Dinsmore said, trying to speak cheerfully; "but, my child, if you perish, I perish with you." "Horace, is it true?
is it true that the vessel is on fire ?" gasped Mrs.
Conly, clutching his arm and staring him in the face with eyes wild with terror.
"Try to calm yourself, Louise," he said kindly.

"We do not know certainly yet, though there is reason to fear it may be so." "Horrible!" she cried, wringing her hands.

"I can't die! I've never made any preparations for death.