The doctor--" Edith half arose in bed, a look of doubt and fear coming into her face.
"I want my baby, mother," she said, interrupting her.
A hard, resolute expression came into the cold blue eyes of Mrs.
Dinneford.

She put her hand firmly against Edith and pressed her back upon the pillow.
"You have been very ill for nearly two months," she said, softening her voice.

"No one thought you could live.

Thank God! the crisis is over, but not the danger." "Two months! Oh, mother!" The slight flush that had come into Edith's wan face faded out, and the pallor it had hidden for a few moments became deeper.

She shut her eyes and lay very still, but it was plain from the expression of her face that thought was busy.
"Not two whole months, mother ?" she said, at length, in doubtful tones.
"Oh no! it cannot be." "It is just as I have said, Edith; and now, my dear child, as you value your life, keep quiet; all excitement is dangerous." But repression was impossible.