"And no wonder," added the nurse; "for what must such a life be without God to trust in?"
They spoke low, and so the evening hours passed away, and it grew on to ten o'clock.
The nurse was sitting silent watching the dying woman, when she perceived that she had opened her eyes, and was looking at her earnestly.
"You shall have some beef-tea," she said, rising and fetching it, without attending to the woman's shake of the head.
"Just a mouthful to please me," she said as she held it to the white lips.
The woman was going to refuse, but altered her mind, and took it. She seemed very grave, but there was a clear look about her eyes which the nurse had not seen since her arrival.
"I have not been asleep all the time," she said in a whisper; "I have been thinking about the Saviour that held the little babies."
"Have you?" said the nurse. "And what about Him, my dear?"
"I have been telling Him I should like Him to take care of my little baby when I am gone. Do you think He will?"
"I'm quite sure of it."