"Here is a little frock, and here's another," she exclaimed; "and here's a flannel petticoat; and, oh!" Jumping down, "Let me warm it, mother, ready for the baby."
"Do," said her mother; "for I think, ma'am, I shall bathe it just as if I had had it all night, it will be all the better for it."
"Yes," said Christina; "and if you want any help, remember I shall always be ready to come, or will send someone."
She left the room, and met Walter in the hall.
"I must go," he said regretfully; "but I will come back again if you will let me?"
"Very well," she said, smiling slightly, and looking down, "whenever you wish."
[CHAPTER XXVIII.]
"GOOD-BYE."