A wonderful mite of humanity peacefully slumbered in that old cradle.

Annie was beginning to set the table for the evening meal.

Isaac lay with a contented smile on his face, fast asleep on the couch, where, only a short time before, he had been laid bleeding and almost dead.

Betty was reading to Myeerah, whose eyes were rapturously bright as she leaned her head against her sister and listened to the low voice.
"Well, Betty, what do you think ?" said Col.

Zane, stopping before the girls.
"What do I think ?" retorted Betty.