And it opened its big eyes as if it was months old.

The little, little thing! Oh, the poor, young Mrs.
Doctor!" At sunset the little soul that had come with the dawning went away, leaving heartbreak behind it.

Miss Cornelia took the wee, white lady from the kindly but stranger hands of the nurse, and dressed the tiny waxen form in the beautiful dress Leslie had made for it.

Leslie had asked her to do that.

Then she took it back and laid it beside the poor, broken, tear-blinded little mother.
"The Lord has given and the Lord has taken away, dearie," she said through her own tears.