And she had stood the test--that real test of earthly egg and buttered toast.

Dowie was a sensible and experienced creature and had been prepared before the doctor's suggestion to lose no advantage.

If the child began to sleep and eat her food, and the fits of crying could be controlled, why should she not be allowed to believe what supported her?
When her baby came she'd forget less natural things.

Dowie knew how her eyes would look as she bent over it--how they would melt and glow and brood and how her childish mouth would quiver with wonder and love.

Who knew but that the Lord himself had sent her that dream to comfort her because she had always been such a loving, lonely little thing with nothing but tender goodness in her whole body and soul?
She had never had an untender thought of anybody but for that queer dislike to his lordship-- And when you came to think of what had been forced into her innocent mind about him, who wondered?
-- And she was beginning to see that differently too, in these strange days.