Jane, had she felt an affection for the child, and, from that affection been led to soothe it with tenderness, might easily have lulled it into quiet; but her ill-nature disturbed the child.

After worrying with it a long time, she threw it from her with violence, exclaiming as she did so-- "I'll fix you to-morrow night! There'll be no more of this.

They needn't think I'm going to worry out my life for their cross-grained brat." She stopped.

For the babe had suddenly ceased crying.

Lifting it up, quickly, she perceived, by the light of the lamp, that its face was very white, and its lips blue.