He picked up the now sputtering candle, set in its hole bored in a block of wood, and held it up for a last look at the little woman-child.

He was full of an agony of wonder as he gazed, of piteous questioning why this should be as it was.

The child stirred and flung one arm over her eyes as if to hide the light.

He put out the candle and set it down.

Then stooping over, he kissed the pillow beside the child's head and stepped lightly to the door.