ore it is all over, and I believe he thinks so himself,"
and she went to her room to sob away her grief.

It was evident to them all the next day that Mr. Sherwood was rapidly
sinking, and Dexie scarcely left his side for a moment.

Once when he woke from a troubled sleep he smiled into her face, and said
faintly:

"She sang it very well, didn't she, Dexie? the 'pastures green,' you know.
I never have forgotten it. Can you sing it now for me?"

"Try to tell me a little more, dear papa. Where was it you heard it?"
trying in vain to think what had called forth this request.

"At Dr. Grant's church that Sunday morning in Halifax. You know--the new
singer you wanted to hear. I know all about the 'pastures green' now,
Dexie, but sing about it."

Instantly the Sunday morning so long ago flashed back to her mind, and with
one arm around her father's neck, as she kneeled by his side, she sang:

"The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want.
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; he leadeth me
The quiet waters by."

Her voice trembled, but there was a happy ring to it withal, and presently
she saw that he slept again, his face looking happy and peaceful as it
rested on the pillows.

When the doctor made his usual visit, he stayed a long time in the room,
and he looked very serious as he called Dexie to the door.

"You realize how ill your father is, do you not, Miss Sherwood?" and he
looked earnestly into her face. "Ah! I see you do. I wished to prepare you
for the worst. I will come in later in the day and see if I can be of use."

"You think there is immediate danger, Dr. Brown?"

"He may live through the day--not much longer, I fear. You have been
expecting this, have you not?"

"I was afraid of it," and she hid her face in her hands.

"Is there anyone I can send for, for you? If I can be of use in any way,
Miss Sherwood, command me."

"Someone must tell mamma; she does not believe the end is so very near.
Would you do it? Does papa know it himself, doctor?" she added, after a
pause.

"Yes, and he wished me to make it known to the rest. Be brave a little
while longer. Now, go back to your father. You can rely on Jarvis; she
knows what to do, and has been through many trying scenes before to-day."

"Shall we send for you if--" She could not say it, but the doctor knew what
she meant.

"Yes, if you like. I can do little, if anything, more; but he will not
suffer any. Now I will see your mother,"