"He seems completely puzzled," was the reply. "But I will ask him; and if it would be any relief to you, request a consultation."
"It would be a great relief. Cyril, Mabel is very ill."
"My dear, you exaggerate the matter. I have seen any number of sicker children, and known them to get well. I don't see, as Margaret says, why no tonic is given her."
"You will find out, if the doctor is frank with you. If my fears are well founded I know the reason."
"I did not know you had any definite fear."
"I have; and so has mamma, though she has not said so. We think there is some insidious disease on the brain."
"The brain!" he repeated. "Oh, Belle, what would you do without your devoted little worshipper?"
"What every one does who believes in Christ," said Belle, bursting into tears.
"Yes; you would give her to Him without a word," he said, earnestly, almost reverently; for while he loved his wife for her own sake and for her love to himself, he loved her far more for her whole-souled devotion to Christ.