But there is, and it enters the same door through which he came the previous night--a girlish figure, with a basket on her arm--a basket in which she puts the eggs she knows just where to find.

Not behind the hay, where a poor wretch was almost dead with terror.

There was no nest there, and so she failed to see the ghastly face, pinched with hunger and pain, the glassy eyes, the uncombed hair, and soiled tattered garments of him who once was known as one of fashion's most fastidious dandies.
She had secured her eggs for the morning meal, and the doctor hoped she was about to leave, when there was a rustling of the hay, and he almost uttered a scream of fear.

But the sound died on his lips, as he heard the voice of prayer--heard that young girl as she prayed, and the words she uttered stopped, for an instant, the pulsations of his heart, and partly took his senses away.

First for her baby boy she prayed, asking that God would be to him father and mother both, and keep him from temptation.