Memory had taken him back for years, and he was looking at the fair forehead and touching the soft brown hair of another baby.

His eyes grew dim.

He set the candle upon the floor, and putting his hands over his face, sobbed two or three times.
When this paroxysm of feeling went off, he got up with a steadier air, and set the light back upon the table.

The conflict going on in his mind was not quite over, but another look at Andy settled the question.
Stooping with a hurried movement, he blew out the candle, then groped his way over to the bed, and lying down, took the child in his arms and drew him close to his breast.

So the morning found them both asleep..