"How kind you are," she exclaimed, looking up. "Oh, what it is not to hear baby crying!"
"Yes, my dear; now be quiet. See, your baby is quite happy by you, and if it wakes, I'll see to it; don't you fret."
"This is rest," said the woman, giving her aching body up to the sense of repose.
The nurse looked at her fixedly. "My dear," she said, "I ought not to let you go to sleep without saying one word about Him who has given you this rest."
"The doctor?" asked the woman.
"No; better than that; Jesus, the Saviour. You feel helpless enough, don't you? Ill, and weak, and fainting?"
"God knows I do," answered the weary creature.
"Aye, God knows you do! Well, that is just the time when He can take us in hand. 'While we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.'"
"I don't care about that," said the woman wearily. "Oh, let me rest!"
The doctor, with his quiet footstep, now stood beside the bed; he had come in, finding the door open.