She dropped her head on his shoulder, panting like a hunted thing.
"These two days have been too much for you," he said pityingly.

"And that fear has tormented you all the time ?" "Yes, papa: oh, I thought I might have to be hung if baby died, and--it was--so--dreadful--to think I'd killed her--even if they didn't do any thing to me for it," she sobbed.
"Yes; very, very dreadful; perhaps more so to me--the father of you both--than to any one else," he groaned.
"Papa, I'm heart-broken about it," she sobbed "Oh, if I only could undo it!" He was silent for a moment; then he said, "I know you are suffering very much from remorse; this is a bitter lesson to you; let it be a lasting one.

I can relieve you of the fear of punishment from the law of the land; there is no danger of that now: but, if you do not lay this lesson to heart, there may come a time when that danger will be real; for there is no knowing what awful deed such an ungovernable temper as yours may lead you to commit.
"But don't despair: you can conquer it by determination, constant watchfulness, and the help from on high which will be given in answer to earnest prayer." "Then it shall be conquered!" she cried vehemently.

"I will fight it with all my might.

And you will help me, papa, all you can, won't you, by watching me, and warning me when you see I'm beginning to get angry, and punishing me for the least little bit of a passion?
But oh, I forget that you can't stay with me, or take me with you!" she cried with a fresh burst of sobs and tears.