[CHAPTER XXV.]
For long hours after the doctor had left Ida May, she wept so bitterly over the fate of her little child that Miss Fernly grew alarmed.
"Crying will not bring the baby back," she said. "The Almighty knew best whether He wanted it to live or die. You must not rail against the judgment of God!"
She felt that she must draw her mind into another channel.
"Say that you will be more composed when I see you again," she replied, earnestly, "though it may not be for some days."
"I will try," murmured Ida May, with a sigh. "Will it be long before I see you?" she added, wistfully.
"I am going to my niece's wedding," answered Miss Fernly. "I may remain a few days after at the house."
Ida May drew a long, deep sob.