When the baby was dried and dressed and temporarily quieted with another bottle she was as limp as a rag.
"What must I do with it tonight, Susan ?" A baby by day was dreadful enough; a baby by night was unthinkable.
"Set the basket on a chair by your bed and keep it covered.

You will have to feed it once or twice in the night, so you would better take the oil heater upstairs.

If you cannot manage it call me and I will go, doctor or no doctor." "But, Susan, if it cries ?" The baby, however, did not cry.

It was surprisingly good--perhaps because its poor little stomach was filled with proper food.

It slept most of the night but Rilla did not.