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I am sure my whole soul went
out to it. And though I may have been a sinful woman unworthy to be
churched, I know, and God knows, that no chaste and holy nun ever prayed
with a purer heart than I did then, kneeling there with my baby's bonnet
to my mouth.
"Mary Isabel, I baptize thee in the name of the Father + and of the Son
+ and of the Holy Ghost.+"
Except that baby cried a little when the water was poured on her head
(as she had cried when the salt was put on her tongue), I knew no more
after that until I saw the candle in the godfather's hand (which
signified that my child had been made a Child of Light) and heard the
priest say:
"Go in peace and the Lord be with thee."
Then I awoke as from a trance. There was a shuffling of feet. The priest
was going away. The solemn rite was at an end.
I rose from my knees, put a little money in the plate which the
sacristan held out to me, gave a shilling to each of the two old
sponsors, took baby back into my arms, and sat down in a pew to put on
her bonnet and veil.


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