Don't be alarmed," he added, in a soothing voice: "there is no immediate danger." "Are you sure, John?
Are you sure?
Oh! I'm afraid she is dying! My precious, precious babe!" And the mother clasped her child passionately to her bosom.
In the course of ten or fifteen minutes, a vessel of hot water was ready, and into this the still writhing form of the convulsed child was placed.

Then Wilkinson hurried off for their physician.

Half an hour afterwards he returned with him.

The good effects of the hot-bath were already perceptible.

The face of the child had resumed its placid sweetness of expression, and there was but slight convulsive twitching in the limbs.