She was fast sinking to the grave, but the mother knew it not.

Knew not that her darling child had contracted a disease, which would shortly take her to Heaven, for the little Eva spoke no word of complaint.

Young, as she was, she saw her mother's agony of soul, and though the little lips were parched and dry, she told not her ailing.
The tears continued to flow from Mrs.Wentworth, and still the children gazed on in wonderment.

They knew not what they meant.
"Mother," at last said her little infant, "why do you cry ?" She took her on her knees.

"Nothing, my darling," she replied.
"Then stop crying," he said, pressing his little hand on Mrs.
Wentworth's cheek.