with Luther Hansen, and
the doctor returned to his patient.

* * * * *

Sadie was more sarcastic than usual as they drove home.

"I wouldn't 'a' come if I'd a known I wasn't wanted," she remarked
sulkily.

"But, Sadie, Doc Morgan says she's worse! I'd turn 'em out quick enough if
it was you."

Poor little Sadie Hansen caught the spirit of the remark. Nothing like it
had ever before been offered her in all her bitter, sensitive experience.
She looked up at her husband mollified, and let even Elizabeth have a
season of rest as she considered this astonishing thing which marriage had
brought to her.

Susan Hornby, who had thought her darling resting on this quiet Sabbath
day, was reestablished at the bedside, and it was not till the morning of
the tenth day that she again left the house. At the end of that time she
was dismissed reluctantly by the good old doctor himself. It had been such
a good excuse to be with Elizabeth that Aunt Susan had persuaded the
long-suffering Nathan that her presence beside her was a thing not to be
denied, and Nathan, glad to see Sue so happy, ate many a cold meal that
haying season and did not complain. It was a great event in Susan Hornby's
life. Gentle and cordial to all, Susan Hornby lived much alone--alone most
of all when surrounded with her neighbours. Elizabeth was her only real
tie.

"Oh, child! I'm so glad you've got him," she said one day as she laid the
beautiful brown head on Elizabeth's arm.

Elizabeth patted the hand that was drawing the little white shawl over the
baby's head. Master John Hunter--the babe had been named for its
father--had had his daily bath, and robed in fresh garments, and being
well fed and housed in the snuggest of all quarters, the little triangle
made by a mother's arm, settled himself for his daily nap, while the two
women watched him with the eyes of affection. Never again do we so nearly
attain perfect peace in this turbulent life as during those first few
weeks when the untroubled serenity of human existence is infringed upon by
nothing but a desire for nourishment, which is conveniently present, to be
had at the first asking, and which there is such a heaven of delight in
obtaining. We are told that we can only enter the Kingdom of Heaven by
becoming as little children: no other Kingdom of Heaven is adequate after
that.

The life in this little room had taken Susan Hornby back to her own youth,
a