But he crept gently up to his mother's bed, saying-- "Are you better this morning, mamma ?" And she answered in a feeble sweet voice-- "Yes, Willie, very much better.

And, Willie, God has sent you a little sister." "O-o-o-oh!" cried Willie.

"A little sister! Did He make her Himself ?" "Yes; He made her Himself; and sent her to you last night." "How busy He must have been lately!" said Willie.

"Where is she?
I _should_ like to see her.

Is she my very own sister ?" "Yes, your very own sister, Willie--to love and take care of always." "Where is she ?" "Go and ask nurse to let you see her." Then Willie saw that there was a strange woman in the room, with something lying on her lap.