When you are better, you will be happy, too, dear.

Mary says you will." "O Letty!" he sobbed--"the baby!" "The baby's all right, Mary says; and, some day, she says, he will run into your arms, and know you for his father." "And I shall be ashamed to look at him!" said Tom.
An hour or so after, he woke from a short sleep, and his eyes sought Letty's watching face.
"I have seen baby," he said, "and he has forgiven me.

I dare say it was only a dream," he added, "but somehow it makes me happier.

At least, I know how the thing might be." "It was true, whether it was but a dream or something more," said Mary, who happened to be by.
"Thank you, Mary," he returned.

"You and Letty have saved me from what I dare not think of! I could die happy now--if it weren't for one thing." "What is that ?" asked Mary.
"I am ashamed to say," he replied, "but I ought to say it and bear the shame, for the man who does shamefully ought to be ashamed.