e to bed, if she is to start on that early train
to-morrow," Ida said.

"Maybe you are right, dear," Harry said. "Hurry with the roast beef
and bread and wine for Miss Maria, Josephine, and Annie can see to my
supper afterwards."

All this time Harry was coaxing the baby to imbibe spoonfuls of the
hot milk. It was hard work, for Evelyn was not very hungry. She had
been given a good deal of cake and pie from a bakery all day.

However, at last she was roused sufficiently to finish her little
meal, and Maria drank her glass of wine and ate a little of the bread
and meat, although it seemed to her that it would choke her. She was
conscious of her father's loving, anxious eyes upon her as she ate,
and she made every effort.

Little Evelyn had recently had her own little room fitted up. It was
next to Maria's; indeed, there was a connecting door between the two
rooms. Evelyn's room was a marvel. It was tiny, but complete. Ida had
the walls hung with paper with a satin gloss, on which were strewn
garlands of rose-buds. There was a white matting and a white fur rug.
The small furniture was white, with rose-bud decorations. There was a
canopy of rose silk over the tiny bed, and a silk counterpane of a
rose-bud pattern.

After Evelyn had finished her hot milk, her father carried her
up-stairs into this little nest, and Josephine undressed her and put
her to bed. The child's head drooped as helplessly as a baby's all
the time, she was so overcome with sleep. When she was in bed, Ida
came in and kissed her. She was so fast asleep that she did not know.
She and Harry stood for a moment contemplating the little thing, with
her yellow hair spread over the white pillow and her round rose of a
face sunken therein. Harry put his arm around his wife's waist.

"We ought to be very thankful, dear," he said, and he almost sobbed.

"Yes," said Ida. To do her justice, she regarded the little
rosy-and-white thing sunk in slumber with a certain tenderness. She
was even thankful. She had been exceedingly disturbed the whole day.
She was very glad to have this happy termination, and to be able to
go to rest in peace. She bent again over the child, and touched her
lips lightly to the little face, and when she looked up her own was
softened. "Yes," she whispered, with more of womanly feeling than
Harry had ever seen in her--"yes, you are right, we have a great deal
to be thankful for."

Maria, in the next room, heard quite distinctly what