g；　ain’t；　one　day　for　everybody？’

‘I　pray；’　he　said；　‘it　finds　you　ready；　sister。’

‘Is　it　going　to　find　you　ready？’　she　asked。

‘I　know　my　name　is　written　in　the　Book　of　Life；’　he　said。　‘I　know　I’m　going　to　look　on　mySavior’s　face　in　glory。’

‘Yes；’　she　said；　slowly；　‘we’s　all　going　to　be　together　there。　Mama；　and　you；　and　me；　andDeborah—and　what　was　the　name　of　that　little　girl　who　died　not　long　after　I　left　home？’

‘What　little　girl　who　died？’　he　asked。　‘A　lot　of　folks　died　after　you　left　home—you　leftyour　mother　on　her　dying　bed。’

‘This　girl　was　a　mother；　too；’　she　said。　‘Look　like　she　went　north　all　by　herself；　and　had　herbaby；　and　died—weren’t　nobody　to　help　her。　Deborah　wrote　me　about　it。　Sure；　you　ain’t　forgottenthat　girl’s　name；　Gabriel！’

Then　his　step　faltered—seemed；　for　a　moment；　to　drag。　And　he　looked　at　her。　She　smiled；and　lightly　touched　his　arm。

‘You　ain’t　forgotten　her　name；’　she　said。　‘You　can’t　tell　me　you　done　forgot　her　name。　Isyou　going　to　look　on　her　face；　too？　Is　her　name　written　in　the　Book　of　Life？’

In　utter　silence　they　walked　together；　her　hand　still　under　his　trembling　arm。

‘Deborah　didn’t　never　write；’　she　at　last　pursued；　‘about　what　happened　to　the　baby。　Didyou　ever　see　him？　You　going　to　meet　him　in　Heaven；　too？’

‘The　Word　tell　us；’　he　said；　‘to　let　the　dead　bury　the　dead。　Why　you　want　to　go　rummagingaround　back　there；　digging　up　things　what’s　all　forgotten　now？　The　Lord；　He　knows　my　life—Hedone　forgive　me　a　long　time　ago。’

‘Look　like；’　she　said；　‘you　think　the　Lord’s　a　man　like　you；　you　think　you　can　fool　Himlike　you　fool　men；　and　you　think　He　forgets；　like　men。　But　God　don’t　forget　nothing；　Gabriel—ifyour　name’s　down　there　in　the　Book；　like　you　say；　it’s　got