ike to give some of it away, if I might. I know I have no
_right_, because I am so young--papa has told me that several times--but
I think he will like to do what I wish with a part of it; don't you think
so, too, Aunt Adelaide?"

Adelaide nodded assent; she dared not trust herself to speak, for she
began to comprehend that it was neither more nor less than the last will
and testament of her little niece, which she was requesting her to write.

"Well, then, Aunt Adelaide," said the feeble little voice, "please write
down that I want my dear papa to support one missionary to the heathen
out of my money. Now say that I know he will take care of my poor old
mammy as long as she lives, and I hope that, for his little Elsie's sake,
he will be very, _very_ kind to her, and give her everything she wants.
And I want him to do something for Mrs. Murray, too. Mamma loved her, and
so do I; for she was very kind to me always, and taught me about Jesus;
and so I want papa to give her a certain sum every year; enough to keep
her quite comfortable, for she is getting old, and I am afraid she is
very poor."

"I have written all that, Elsie; is there anything more?" asked Adelaide,
scarcely able to command her voice.

"Yes, if you please," replied the little girl; and she went on to
name every member of the family, from her grandfather down--servants
included--setting apart some little gift for each; most of them things
already in her possession, though some few were to be bought, if her
papa was willing. Even Miss Day was not forgotten, and to her Elsie
bequeathed a valuable ring. To her Aunt Adelaide she gave her papa's
miniature, a lock of her own hair, and a small Testament.

"Are you really willing to part with your papa's picture, Elsie, dear?"
asked Adelaide. "I thought you valued it very highly."

"I cannot take it with me, dear Aunt Adelaide," was the quiet reply, "and
he will not want it himself, and I believe you love him better than any
one else. Oh, Aunt Adelaide, comfort my poor papa when I am gone, and he
is left _all alone_!" she exclaimed, the big tears chasing each other
down her cheeks. "It is so sad to be alone, with nobody to love you; my
poor, poor papa! I am all he has."

"You have given nothing to him, Elsie," said Adelaide, wiping away her
tears, and glancing over what she had just written.

"Yes, there is a little packet in my desk directed to him. Please give
him that, and my dear, precious little Bibl