"Yes, my darling," said her father; and then he put her down and stood and watched her as she went down stairs.
It was not the will of our Father in heaven that the dear little baby should die. Late in the night the doctor came from New York, and God heard the prayers of the baby's father and mother and little sisters, and blessed the means that were used to make it well; and before the morning it was better, and fell into a sweet, quiet sleep.
FOOTNOTES:
[B] Almost the exact words of a very lovely child of a friend of the writer.
[XI.]
THE HAPPY CIRCUMSTANCE.
THE next morning, when Bessie woke up, it was very quiet in the nursery. She lay still a moment, wondering what it was that had troubled her last night; and just as she remembered about the baby, she heard a little discontented sound at her side. She turned her head and looked around, and there sat Maggie on the floor beside the trundle-bed, with one sock and one shoe on, and the other shoe in her hand. She looked rather cross.
"Maggie," said Bessie, "has the baby gone to heaven?"
"No," said Maggie, "and I don't believe she's going just yet. Our own doctor came in the night, and she's a great deal better; and now she's fast asleep."