You are tired also." She lay quiet for a time, gazing, while the light remained, into the face of the sleeping child, and listening, when the light failed, to her gentle breathing.

Then she babbled and crooned over her with a childish joy.

"Yes, yes, father is right, and mother must lie quiet--very quiet, and so her little Naomi will sleep long--very long, and wake happy and well in the morning.

How bonny she will look! How fresh and rosy!" She paused a moment.

Her laboured breathing came quick and fast.