Yes, she could do that; and with a very earnest prayer, Polly asked for the strength of an upright soul, the beauty of a tender heart, the power to make her life a sweet and stirring song, helpful while it lasted, remembered when it died.

Little Jane’s last thought had been to wish with all her might that “God would bless the dear, kind girl up there, and give her all she asked.” I think both prayers, although too humble to be put into words, went up together, for in the fulness of time they were beautifully answered.