"What! in the night, mother! Why don't he go to bed, then?"
"No one has slept in this house for two nights," answered the mother, sorrowfully.
Katharine started, and began to tremble.
"Why did you sit up? Was my baby sick?"
Mrs. Allen folded her child closer, but said nothing.
"You won't tell me, mother."
"I—I cannot."
Katharine broke from her mother's arms, and stood up, white as death.
"Is my baby dead, mother?"
"Yes."