And the next morning came the "waking up" for which Dowie had so long waited and prayed.

But not as Dowie had expected it or in the way she hard thought "Nature." She had scarcely left her charge during the night though she had pretended that she had slept as usual in an adjoining room.

She stole in and out, she sat by the bed and watched the face on the pillow and thanked God that--strangely enough--the child slept.

She had not dared to hope that she would sleep, but before midnight she became still and fell into a deep quiet slumber.

It seemed deep, for she ceased to stir and it was so quiet that once or twice Dowie became a little anxious and bent over her to look at her closely and listen to her breathing.