How the thought smote Sara as she stood helplessly gazing down upon her through her blinding tears! "O mother, mother! I ought to have been more patient," she moaned as they led her away; "but I will try and make amends by my goodness to baby." "Yes, that's right," said Mrs. Ruttger, wiping her eyes.
We got it e'enamost in our full faces, an' it cut like a knife; but 'twas jest as fur back as 'twas forwards, an' Mis' Ruttger was as anxious to git home to her young uns as I was. Yah-h! but I'm sleepy!" with a long yawn. "You'd better get right to bed, mother, as soon as you've eaten this; and I'll undress baby and bring him to you. You're warmer now?" "Rale comf'able, thank ye.