Yet she was conscious only of pleasure.

She had no fear.

At last came the sweep of cool, fragrant storm-wind, a short and sudden dash of rain, and then, in the cool, sweet hush which followed, the worn and weary woman fell into a deep sleep.
III.
When she woke the younger children were playing about on the floor in their night-clothes, and little Pet was sitting in a square of sunshine, intent on one of his shoes.

He was too young to know how poor and squalid his surroundings were--the patch of sunshine flung on the floor glorified it all.

He--little animal--was happy.
The poor of the Western prairies lie almost as unhealthily close together as do the poor of the city tenements.