"I will stay here with him now until Mother Brita comes home," said Ingeborg. "For you——"
"How did you know I was here?"
"Why, Karen and Munda came into the kitchen just a few minutes ago, and told me."
She said again that she would stay in my place, but I couldn't bear to go before Mother Brita came back.
Shortly after, Mother Brita hurried in, warm, and out of breath. "Oh, oh! how long you have had to wait," she said in distress. "I couldn't find John at Stony Point, I had to go away into town. I suppose you are angry that I stayed so long."
"The baby had to give up the fight, Mother Brita," said Ingeborg.
"Give up? What? What do you say?"
"I lifted him up, Mother Brita, every time he coughed, I did truly," said I, and then I burst out crying again. I couldn't help it.
"Yes, I am sure you did, my jewel," said Mother Brita, "and God be praised that He has taken the baby out of his poor little body. Never can pain or sin touch him now."
Mother and Father said that I had done just right to stay, and when Mother kissed me good-night she said she was sure that the dear God Himself had been with me and the poor little baby. And that seemed so wonderful and beautiful and solemn that I could never tell any one, even Mother, how beautiful it was.