At last, Chloe's patient faith was rewarded by a feeble pressure of her hand.
Their watchfulness grew more excited; and never did mother welcome the first gleam of intelligence in her babe with more thrilling joy, than the first faint, quivering smile on Rosa's lips was welcomed by those anxious, faithful friends.

The eyes began to resume their natural expression.

The fog was evidently clearing away from the soul, and the sunshine was gleaming through.

The process of resuscitation was thenceforth constant, though very slow.

It was three months after those cruel blows fell upon her loving heart before she spoke and feebly called them by their names.