There was something very wonderful in the thought that before another night she might be holding her own little grandchild in her arms.

"What a head-piece you have got, father!" she cried admiringly.

"Well, I mustn't stay here talking, or I shan't be ready.

If I'd got the time I'd have whitened the ceiling and put a clean pretty paper on the walls of the little room." "Little room!--are--are you giving her--Lizzie's room ?" There was a note of shock or dismay in Thomas's voice.
"Yes," said Patience shortly.

"The child must have a room, of course, and there isn't any other!" she answered shortly, because it hurt her to say what she had to, and she knew it would hurt Thomas even more to hear it.