As I stood on one side in my own mood of excited sympathy, I caught fleeting glimpses of their two faces, as she went whirling about.
Hers was beautiful in her new relief--if it was a relief--the child's dimpled with delight at the rapid movement--a lovely picture.

Letty, who stood waiting in the doorway, showed a countenance full of surprise.
Mrs.Packard was the first to feel tired.

Stopping her dance, she peered round at the baby's face and laughed.
"Was that good ?" she asked.

"Are you glad to have mama merry again?
I am going to be merry all the time now.

With such a dear, dear dearie of a baby, how can I help it ?" And whirling about in my direction, she held up the child for inspection, crying: "Isn't she a darling! Do you wonder at my happiness ?" Indeed I did not; the sweet baby-face full of glee was irresistible; so was the pat-pat of the two dimpled hands on her mother's shoulders.