For this was the first time he had shown such a revival of energy. He had been quite sweet when he saw me, but, until this evening, listless.
“Yes,” he said, “I am quite well now.” And he put his hand up to his head.
“Does it ache?”
“Not much now. The doctor says I had a bad fall.”
“So you had, my child. But you will soon be well again.”
The mother’s face was turned aside, yet I could see one tear forcing its way from under her closed eyelid.
“Oh, I don’t mind it,” he answered. “Mammy is so kind to me! She lets me sit on her bed as long as I like.”
“That IS nice. But just run to auntie in the next room. I think your mammy would like to talk to me for a little while.”
The child hurried off the bed, and ran with overflowing obedience.
“I can even think of HIM now,” said the mother, “without going into a passion. I hope God will forgive him. I do. I think He will forgive me.”