ied Fanny.

"You have made me so happy!"

"I wish I was as good as you are, Jenny," said Fanny, struggling with
the emotions which surged through her soul.

"You are better than I am."

"O, no!"

"You are an angel! You have been as good as you could be. Fanny, we
shall meet in heaven, for I feel just as though I could not live many
days. We shall be friends there, if we cannot long be here."

"I hope you will get better," added Fanny, because she could think of
nothing else to say.

"No, I may die before morning, Fanny; but I am ready. You are so
good----"

"O, Jenny! I am not good! I cannot deceive you any longer!" exclaimed
Fanny, bursting into tears.

"Now I know that you are good. The blessed Bible says, 'He that
humbleth himself shall be exalted.' I'm glad you don't think you are
good."

"But I am not good, indeed I am not," sobbed Fanny.

"Don't weep, dear Fanny. I know how you feel; I have felt just so
myself, when it seemed to me I was so wicked I couldn't live."

"You don't know how wicked I have been; what monstrous things I have
done," added Fanny, covering her face with her hands. "If you knew, you
would despise me."

"You wrong yourself, Fanny. Such a good, kind heart as you have would
not let you do anything very bad."

"I have done what was very bad, Jenny; I have been the worst girl in
the whole world; but I am so sorry!"

"I know you are. If you have done anything wrong,--we all do wrong
sometimes,--you could not help being sorry. Your heart is good."

"Shall I tell you what I did?" asked Fanny, in a low and doubtful tone.

"O, no! Don't tell me; tell it to God. He will pity and forgive you
because you are really sorry."

"You would despise me if you knew how wicked I have been. It was seeing
you, and thinking how good you are, which made me feel that I had done
wrong."

"I'm sure, after all you have done for mother and for me, I can't help
believing that you are an angel. I love you, and I know that you are
good."

"I mean to be good, Jenny. From this time I shall try to do better than
I ever did before."

"Then you will be, Fanny."

"I don't think I ever tried to be good, but I shall now," replied the
penitent girl, as she wiped away her tears.

Jenny seemed to be weary, and Fanny sat by the bedside gazing in
silence at her beautiful and tranquil expression. The sufferer was
looking at the rich flowers of the bouquet, which had been placed on a
stand at the side of the