He sighed again.
Then he put his arm around Maria and kissed her.

"You can have your room newly papered now, if you want it," said he, in a choking voice.
"Father will send you over to Ellisville to-morrow with Mrs.White, and you can pick out some paper your own self, and father will have it put right on." "I don't care about any," said Maria, and she began to sob.
"Father's baby," said Harry.
She felt his chest heave, and realized that her father was weeping as well as she.
"Oh, father, I don't want new paper," she sobbed out, convulsively.
"Mother picked out that on my room, and--and--I am sorry I tore this off." "Never mind, darling," said Harry.

He almost carried the child back to her own room.

"Now get to bed as soon as you can, dear," he said.
After Maria, trembling and tearful, had undressed and was in bed, her father came back into the room.

He held a small lamp in one hand, and a tumbler with some wine in the other.
"Here is some of the wine your mother had," said Harry.