He held it as tenderly as ever its mither could ha' done.

And then, suddenly, still holding the wean, he turned on the doctor.
"We canna do it, Doctor!" he cried.

"I cried out against God yesterday.

But--there is a God! I believe in Him, and I will put my trust in Him.

If it is His will that oor wean shall dee--dee he must.
But if he dees it shall be in his mither's arms." His eyes were blazing, and the doctor, a little frightened, as if he thought Jamie had gone mad, gave ground.