“I know it, my dove!—sit closer now and listen. But stop—first go and see if the door is closed.”
“It is closed, dear mother.”
“Ah, but go and lock it, my child.”
Margaret complied.
“It is fast now, dear mother.”
“Come then and sit upon the bed where you were before, so that I can see your sweet face; give me your dear hand again—there!—now listen.”
CHAPTER IX.
FALLING ASLEEP.
“Oh, Mother Earth, upon thy lap
Thy weary ones receiving,
And o’er them, silent as a dream,