So anxious and restless had she now become, that she could no longer sit at her work.

She had been standing at the window looking out and watching each approaching vehicle for some time, until she felt sick from constantly awakening hope subsiding in disappointment, when she turned away, and, seating herself by the bed, buried her face despondingly in the pillow.

She had been sitting thus only a minute or two, when a slight noise at the door caused her to lift her head and turn in that direction.
There stood a boy, with his eyes fixed upon her.

For an instant she did not know him.

Suffering, and privation, and cruel treatment had so changed him, even after all the doctor's efforts to eradicate their sad effects, that the mother did not at first recognize her own child, until his plaintive voice, uttering her name, fell upon her ear.