The child was still in my arms; fast yielding, poor little thing, to the exhaustion of fatigue and terror.

I could do nothing until I had relieved myself of the charge of her.

Mrs.Finch looked up at me, trembling and sobbing.

I put the child in her lap.

Jicks feebly resisted being parted from me; but soon gave up, and dropped her weary little head on her mother's bosom.