She sat down to keep from falling.
As quickly as possible and by another strong effort of will she rallied herself.
"Yes," she said, in a faint undertone in which was no apparent interest, "he is a dear little fellow." As she spoke she laid her hand softly on the child's head, but not in a way to bring any response.

He looked at her curiously, and seemed half afraid.
Meanwhile, a child occupying a bed only a few feet off had started up quickly on seeing Edith, and now sat with his large brown eyes fixed eagerly upon her, his lips apart and his hands extended.

But Edith did not notice him.

Presently she got up from beside the bed and was turning away when the other child, with a kind of despairing look in his face, cried out, "Lady, lady! oh, lady!" The voice reached Edith's ears.

She turned, and saw the face of Andy.
Swift as a flash she was upon him, gathering him in her arms and crying out, in a wild passion of joy that could not be repressed, "Oh, my baby! my baby! my boy! my boy! Bless God! thank God! oh, my baby!" Startled by this sudden outcry, the resident physician and two nurses who were in the ward hurried down the room to see what it meant.