much, that I am sure God will let me come to you, and stay with
you always, and be your angel. Don't you think he will, mother?"

But Mrs. Morgan's heart was too full. She did not even try to
answer, but sat, with streaming eyes, gazing upon her child's
face.

"Father. I dreamed something about you, while I slept to-day."
Mary again turned to her father.

"What was it, dear?"

"I thought it was night, and that I was still sick. You promised
not to go out again until I was well. But you did go out; and I
thought you went over to Mr. Slade's tavern. When I knew this, I
felt as strong as when I was well, and I got up and dressed
myself, and started out after you. But I hadn't gone far, before I
met Mr. Slade's great bull-dog, Nero, and he growled at me so
dreadfully that I was frightened and ran back home. Then I started
again, and went away round by Mr. Mason's. But there was Nero in
the road, and this time he caught my dress in his mouth and tore a
great piece out of the skirt. I ran back again, and he chased me
all the way home. Just as I got to the door. I looked around, and
there was Mr. Slade, setting Nero on me. As soon as I saw Mr.
Slade, though he looked at me very wicked, I lost all my fear, and
turning around, I walked past Nero, who showed his teeth, and
growled as fiercely as ever, but didn't touch me. Then Mr. Slade
tried to stop me. But I didn't mind him, and kept right on, until
I came to the tavern, and there you stood in the door. And you
were dressed so nice. You had on a new hat and a new coat; and