If it is good news I shall be so very grateful, for little Joey's sake mostly.
Everything I do, everything I think of, is in connection with my darling child." "Then I hope you will forgive me if I'm rushing things too fast!" exclaimed the eager boy, unable to restrain his news longer; "but little Joey spent two hours last evening asleep in the loving arms of his great grandmother; while Deacon Winslow again and again embraced both, and gave thanks for the great blessing that had come to his fireside!" How her eyes sparkled when she heard what he said.

If Doctor Cadmus had been in the room just then he might have cautioned them against too much excitement, lest the fever return; but surely such glorious news could not do harm, with her heart singing songs of thanksgiving.
"Oh! tell me all about this wonderful thing!" she cried; "how could you guess my secret, if I did not betray it in my delirium?
Now that you have said this much I must know all about it.

Please go on, Hugh!" He needed no such urging when the words were ready to fall in a stream from his lips.

So Hugh commenced, and rapidly sketched the strange happenings of the preceding evening--how he had taken the little fellow with him for a walk, and stopped at the smithy to see the sparks flying upwards in showers; of the invitation to take supper, and spend an hour in chatting with the deacon and his good wife.

Then, quick on the heels of this he told how Mrs.Winslow, while holding Joey in her arms so lovingly as he slept in his innocence, had suddenly made that amazing discovery in connection with the baby chain, and smooth medallion, shaped like a locket.
She lay there with her eyes closed, eagerly drinking in every word the boy uttered.