Dr.
Clarke said it would come in the morning." They hung over him, forgetting everything but him for the moment--the only moment in his little life he came first even with his mother.
There was a slight movement of the hand.
"He wants his animals," said Marcella, the tears pouring down her cheeks.

She lifted them and put them on his breast, laying the cold fingers over them.
Then he tried to speak.
"Daddy!" he whispered, looking up fully at his mother; "take 'em to Daddy!" She fell on her knees beside him with a shriek, hiding her face, and shaking from head to foot.

Marcella alone saw the slight, mysterious smile, the gradual sinking of the lids, the shudder of departing life that ran through the limbs.
A heavy sound swung through the air--a heavy repeated sound.

Mrs.Hurd held up her head and listened.

The church clock tolled eight.