9 Arthur NichollsThat was not the end of my sadness.Anne，too，became ill.She could not breathe，she coughed，her face was white.But she was more sensible than Emily.She took all her medicines，and did everything the doctors said.It didn't help much.In the spring she said she wanted to go to the sea，to a warmer place.The doctors told her to wait.I thought she would die before she went.At last，in May， Charlotte went away with her.They went to York first，where they visited a wonderful church，York Minster.'If men can make something as beautiful as this，'Anne whispered，'what is God's real home like？"Charlotte told me this in a letter she sent from Scarborough，a town by the sea on the northeast coast.'On 26th May Anne rode a donkey on the beach，'the letter said.'She was very happy，papa.Afterwards we went to church and then sat and watched the sea for a long time.On the 28th she was too ill to go out.She died quietly at two o'clock in the afternoon.She will be buried in a graveyard near the sea.
