Mr.Liston will arrange it for you.

You will remain here until you hear from Mrs.
Worthington, and then abide by her arrangements.

Will you go, my daughter--go cheerfully and do as I desire ?" "Yes, mother, I'll go," came gaspingly from Alice's lips.

"I'll go; but, mother, oh, mother," and Alice's cry ended as it always did, "you will not, you must not die!" But neither tears, nor prayers could avail to keep the mother longer.
Her work on earth was done, and after this conversation with her daughter, she grew worse so rapidly that hope died out of Alice's heart, and she knew that soon she would be motherless.

There were days and nights of pain and delirium in which the sick woman recognized none of those around her save Alice, whom she continually blessed as her darling, praying that God, too, would bless and keep His covenant child.
At last there came a change, and one lovely Sabbath morning, ere the bell from St.Paul's tower sent forth its summons to the house of God, there rang from its belfry a solemn toll, and the villagers listening to it, said, as they counted forty-four, that Mrs.Johnson was dead..