All at once she cries out, 'I can't see things as I ought.

Where's the woman who suckled my baby when I was alone by the roadside ?' 'Here,' says I--'here; I've got hold of your hand.

Do tell us where we can write to about you.' 'Will you promise to take care of my baby, and not let it go into the workhouse ?' says she.

'Yes, I promise,' says I; 'I do indeed promise with my whole heart.' 'We'll all take care of the baby,' says Peggy; 'only you try and cheer up, and you'll get well enough to see me on Garryowen's back, before we leave Bangbury--you will for certain, if you cheer up a bit.' 'I give my baby,' she says, clutching tight at my hand, 'to the woman who suckled it by the roadside; and I pray God to bless _her_ and forgive _me,_ for Jesus Christ's sake.' After that, she lay quiet for a minute or two.

Then she says faintly, 'Its name's to be Mary.