Mother was too weak to do it.

The neighbors came in to do that, and put a flower, fresh out of the garden-dew, between the two still hands.

The fever had gone out of the cheek, and left it white, very white--the rose exchanged for the lily.

There was one less to contend for the cradle.

It soon started again, and with a voice not quite so firm as before, but more tender, the old song came back: "Bye! bye! bye!" which meant more to you than "Il Trovatore," rendered by opera troupe in the presence of an American audience, all leaning forward and nodding to show how well they understood Italian.
There was a wooden canopy at the head of the old cradle that somehow got loose and was taken off.