"Bless him, he is sleeping so calmly," she said.
Greta did not answer.
"The 'puss' and the 'man' don't darken his little life so much now," continued Mercy, cheerily.
"No, dear," said Greta, in as strong a voice as she could summon.
"All will be well with my darling boy soon, will it not?"
"Yes, dear," said Greta, with a struggle.
Happily Mercy could not read the other answer in her face.
Mercy had put her sensitive fingers on the child's nose, and was touching him lightly about the mouth.
"Greta," she said in a startled whisper, "does he look pinched?"
"A little," said Greta, quietly.