Yet he had been sleeping, and in his sleep some terror had over-shadowed him with the dark shades of death and evil.

There was fear in the lines of his sweet mouth and on the lips and cheeks, that seemed to quiver.

He had thrown his little arm about his mother's neck, and, pressing close against her breast, looked up to her for safety, his right hand and outstretched finger pointing downwards and behind him, as though to indicate whence the danger came.

Yet it was passing, already half-forgotten, for the upturned eyes expressed confidence renewed, peace of soul attained.
And the mother.

She did not seem to mock or chide his fears, for her lovely face was anxious and alert.