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"_Sleep, little baby, I love thee, I love thee,
Sleep, little Queen, I am bending above thee_."
I dare say my voice was sweet that day--a mother's voice is always
sweet--for when Emmerjane, who had been out of the room, came back to it
with a look of awed solemnity, she said:
"Well, I never did! I thought as 'ow there was a' angel a-come into this
room."
"So there is, and here she is," I said, beaming down on my sleeping
child.
But the long, short, blissful day came to an end at last, and when night
fell and I dropped asleep, there were two names of my dear ones on my
lips, and if one of them was the name of him who (as I thought) was in
heaven, the other was the name of her who was now lying in my arms.
I may have been poor, but I felt like a queen with all the riches of
life in my little room.
I may have sinned against the world and the Church, but I felt as if God
had justified me by His own triumphant law.
The whole feminine soul in me seemed to swell and throb, and with my
baby at my breast I wanted no more of earth or heaven.


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