When she laid him down again, he turned on his side, off his scored back, and in a moment was fast asleep.

She stood gazing at him.

So still was he, that she began to fear he was dead, and laid her hand on his heart.

It was beating steadily, and she left him, to make some gruel for him against his waking.

Her soul was glad, for she was ministering to her Master, not the less in his own self, that it was in the person of one of his little ones.