"See how nice and warm the water is! Shall we bathe the baby ?" And presently the child lay warm and swaddled in its mother's arms, dressed in some baby-clothes produced by Elizabeth from a kind of travellers' cupboard at the top of the stairs.

Then the mother was induced to try a bath for herself, while Elizabeth tried her hand at spoon-feeding the baby; and in half an hour she had them both in bed, in the bright spare-room--the young mother's reddish hair unbound lying a splendid mass on the white pillows, and a strange expression--as of some long tension giving way--on her pinched face.
"We'll not know how to thank you"-- she said brokenly.

"We were just at the last.

Tom wouldn't ask no one to help us before.

But we'd only a few shillings left--we thought at Battleford, we'd sell our bits of things--perhaps that'd take us through." She looked piteously at Elizabeth, the tears gathering in her eyes.
"Oh! well, we'll see about that!" said Elizabeth, as she tucked the blankets round her.