These are my last words. Farewell."
Just at these words, it seemed to me as if the wig gradually dissolved into a bright halo. Then suddenly it fell into golden ringlets all so soft and graceful and beautiful; while I looked, they seemed to shade such a lovely, innocent face, that I knew it must be that of dear Alice looking like an angel in heaven.
I awoke very happy. There was every thing in the old garret just as I first described it, and all as quiet and still as if nothing had happened."