"But couldn't you wake him up for a moment--just for a moment, to come and see us as we are now--baby and me--would it do him much harm?"
"No, but it would do you a great deal. You would over-excite yourself, and then, my gracious, I should get into trouble."
"Oh, no, I shall be quite calm--I promise you I shall be calm. And Oscar can come in his dressing-gown and then go back to sleep. Do call him--do--please do--Anna, Aunt Margret--mother!"
They could not resist the pleading voice, and Anna went off to Oscar's room. Oscar was awake.
"How is she now?" he asked.
"Still a little weak, but getting stronger every hour," said Anna.
"And the child?"
"She's got it in bed with her, and wishes you to come and see them."
"I'll come at once."
"Dear Thora! She is happy at last. I have never seen anybody so happy. And nobody ever deserved happiness more. Just now when I left her she had the eyes of a child. But she is still on the brink of life and death. It wouldn't need much to make her take flight from this world. Therefore watch over your words, Oscar, and don't say anything that will agitate her."