Naomi, without a protest, turned to Jacob and gladly hid her heavy, aching eyes upon his broad shoulder.
"I am like Three Legs," thought Naomi, as the procession moved homeward. "But then Three Legs has been sick a long, long time, and I shall be well in the morning."
CHAPTER IV
In the Dark
"MOTHER, is it sunrise yet?"
"No, Naomi, it but nears the end of the Third Watch."
"Mother, does the lamp still burn?"