At the door of Lizzie's old room she expected him to stop and hand the sleeping child over to her, but, apparently without remembering what room it was, he walked straight in, and very tenderly laid his burthen on the bed.

Then, with a glance at the rose-bush on the sill, he crept softly out and down the stairs again.
Patience stood by her little sleeping grandchild with tears of joy in her eyes.

"She's broke his will," she said gladly, "for her sake he's forgotten.

P'raps now he'll get over the trouble, and forget, and be happier again.".