To do her justice, she regarded the little rosy-and-white thing sunk in slumber with a certain tenderness.

She was even thankful.

She had been exceedingly disturbed the whole day.
She was very glad to have this happy termination, and to be able to go to rest in peace.

She bent again over the child, and touched her lips lightly to the little face, and when she looked up her own was softened.

"Yes," she whispered, with more of womanly feeling than Harry had ever seen in her--"yes, you are right, we have a great deal to be thankful for." Maria, in the next room, heard quite distinctly what Ida said.