"Won't 'oo tum and pay wis Herbie ?" "No, it can't play," said Violet, "it can't walk and it can't talk." "Where's mamma, mammy ?" asked Eddie, glancing at the clock; "it's past her time; I wonder too she didn't come to show us the new baby herself." "She's sick, chile," returned mammy, a grave and anxious look coming into her old eyes.
"Mamma sick ?" exclaimed little Elsie, "oh, may I go to her ?" Mammy shook her head.

"Not jes now, honey darlin', byme by, when she's bettah." "Mamma sick ?" echoed Violet.

"Oh, I'm so, so sorry!" "Don't fret, chillen, de good Lord make her well again soon," said mammy, with cheerful hopefulness, for she could not bear to see how sad each little face had grown, how the young lips quivered, and the bright eyes filled with tears; for dearly, dearly, they all loved their sweet, gentle mother.
"Herbie wants mamma," sobbed the baby boy, clinging to his eldest sister.
"Don't cry, pet," Elsie said chokingly, hugging him close and kissing away his tears.

"We'll all ask God to make her well, and I'm sure he will." "Why! why! what's the matter here ?" cried a cheery voice, as the door opened and Mr.Travilla stepped into their midst.

"What's the matter with papa's darlings ?" he repeated, gathering them all into his arms, and caressing each in turn.
"Is mamma, dear mamma, very sick ?" they asked, Vi immediately adding in joyous tones, "No, no, she isn't, or papa wouldn't look so happy." "I am very happy," he said with emotion, glancing toward the bundle in mammy's lap, "we are both very happy over the new treasure God has given us; and I trust she will soon be well." "Can we go and speak to her ?" they asked.
"After a while," he said, "she is trying to sleep now.