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I guess it helped me pull through, and I
am going to pray myself by and by, but I don't want you to talk to me
about that now. I want to ask you something. Grandpa never joined the
church, and at the funeral you said he was good, that he was safe; did
you mean it?"
Grey's eyes were fixed earnestly upon the rector, who answered,
unhesitatingly:
"I wish I were as sure of heaven as he. I know he is safe."
"You _are_ sure?" Grey rejoined, flushing a little, for now he was
nearing the real object of his interview with the rector, "You are sure,
and Aunt Hannah is sure. She ought to know. You believe her a good
woman?"
Mr. Sanford could not understand the breathless eagerness with which
Grey awaited his reply, which came quickly, decidedly:
"Your Aunt Hannah! Yes, she is the best, the truest, the purest woman
who ever lived. She is a martyr, a saint, an angel. I never knew one
like her."
"Thank you," Grey said, with a look of intense relief in his eyes. "You
have made me very happy. I wanted to feel sure, about grandpa; and now,
please go.


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