"Where,Helen?Are you going home?" I asked. "Yes,to my long home--my last home." "No,no,Helen!" I was crying at the thought of losing her. "Jane,your feet are cold.Lie down with me and cover them with my blanket." I did so. "Don't worry about me,Jane.I am happy," she continued. "Please don't cry.If I die young,I won't suffer.I am going to Heaven." "Is Heaven a real place?" I asked. "Yes,Jane.I'm sure of it.Our souls go there when we die," she answered firmly. "Will I see you again,Helen,when I die?" "Yes,you will go to heaven too,Jane." I could not quite believe that Heaven existed,and I held tightly to Helen. I did not want to let her go;I was afraid that she would die that minute. We kissed goodnight and fell asleep. In the morning Miss Temple found me asleep with Helen Burns dead in my arms. She was bured in a pretty place near a church.