Dowie's practical knowledge told her what she had to face.

This was what she had guessed at when she had known that there had been crying in the night.

Mere soothing of the tenderest would not check it.
"I had been lonely--always-- And then the loneliness was gone.

And then--! If it had never gone--!" "I know, my dear, I know," said Dowie watching her with practised, anxious eye.

And she went away for a few moments and came back with an unobtrusive calming draught and coaxed her into taking it and sat down and prayed as she held the little hands which unknowingly beat upon the pillow.