"Not all."
"Of course, not all."
"Will it make baby sleep?" asked Mehetabel.
"O, sleep—sleep! yes—we shall have rest for one night—for many,
I trust. O, do not doubt. It will make it sleep!"
CHAPTER XXXVII.
A MENACED LIFE.
As soon as the Broom-Squire had gone out again to the "hog-pen," as a pigstye is called in Surrey, to give the pig its "randams and crammins," because Mehetabel was unable to do this because unable to leave the child, then she knelt by the hearth, put aside the turves, and, regardless of the fire, groped for the fragments of the broken phial, that nothing might betray to Bideabout her having rejected the medicine with which he had tampered.
She cut and burnt her fingers, but in the excitement of her feelings, was insensible to pain.
She had removed and secreted the glass before he returned. The babe was sleeping heavily, and snoring.
When Jonas came in and heard the sound from the cradle, a look of expectation came over his face.