It is my belief that she thinks it is alive the way she goes on with it." "My baby's asleep--should you like to see her open her eyes ?" asked Kit with maternal pride.

"She has blue eyes, she has, like dad's and mine--only prettier.

She is just the beautifullest thing I ever saw, ain't she, dad?
and Ma'am says she must have cost a lot." Malcolm smiled, but there was a pitiful look in his eyes.

Even in these few days Kit's face had grown thinner and more pinched, and the shrill voice was weaker.

There was no longer a stiff halo of curls under the sun-bonnet; they hung in limp wisps about her face.
"Has the child been ill ?" he asked, and then Caleb looked at him in a dazed, nervous fashion.
"Not to call ill, sir, but just a bit piny and dwiny from the heat.