She hid her face again in the tiny little bosom, and sobbed as if her heart would break; but the listeners knew that the weeping was submissive this time, and they rejoiced that the loving Saviour was gently bringing the weary sheep home to the fold.
"The way is rough," said the doctor, turning to the nurse; "but, oh, the glory!"
"I have a message for you about your baby, if you can bear it," he said to the poor creature.
"Yes," she said faintly.
"A dear young lady who loves the Lord Jesus has offered to take care of her, feed her, and clothe her, and bring her up happily, and teach her about heaven, where you will be."
The woman once more kissed her baby passionately; and they heard her murmur words of thanksgiving over its little head. "He's so good, baby," she whispered, "so kind; He's given you a home, and my child must love Him, and thank Him, and come to mother some day, because He died to save us both."
They were her last words; for she seemed to fall asleep with her child still on her bosom; but after a little while they saw she had gone "home," and was with "the multitude whom no man can number, who have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb."
[CHAPTER XXVII.]
THE ANSWER.