O John, what hand will lead them upward and back to God?
Those little feet!" "Her angel would be with her and she would know the way through the constellations.

Together they would pass swift as thought from earth to heaven.

Martha loved God.

They who love God will find their way back to Him, dear Jane." The next day there was no factory bell.

Nearly the whole village was massed in Hatton churchyard, and towards sunset the crowd made a little lane for the small white coffin to the open grave waiting for it.