"I thank God you're so well," said Miss Toland. "Here, you can't keep her!"
"Anna, go with Aunt Sanna," Julia said weakly.
"Anna, eh?" Miss Toland said, wrapping up the pink blanket.
"Anna Toland Studdiford," Jim answered. "Julia had that all fixed up weeks ago!"
"Well—now—you children!" Miss Toland said, looking from one to the other, with her half-vexed and half-approving laugh. "What do you want to name her that for?"
"I know what for," Julia smiled, as she watched the pink blanket out of sight.
A little later Mrs. Toland crept in, just for a kiss, and a whimpered, "And now you must forget all the pain, dear, and just be happy!"
Then Julia was left to her own thoughts.
She watched Miss Wheaton come and go in the soft twilight. A shaded light bloomed suddenly, where it would not distress her eyes. The curtains were drawn, and Ellie came softly in with a pitcher of hot milk on a tray. Now and then the baby's piercing little "Oo-wah-wah!" came in from the next room, and when she heard it, Julia smiled and said faintly, "The darling!"
And as a ship that has been blown seaward, to meet the gales and to be battered upon rocks, might be caught at last by friendlier tides and carried safely home, so Julia felt herself carried, a helpless little wreck, too tired to care if the waves flung her far up on shore or drew her out to their mad embraces again.