You know I am in good hands.
Ah, stay a moment! here is Edward bringing wee bit Elsie to take her first peep at her little brother." "Mamma," cried the child; stretching out her little arms towards the bed, "mamma, take Elsie." "Mamma can't, darling; poor mamma is so sick," said Mr.Travilla; "stay with papa." "But she shall kiss her mamma, dear, precious little pet," Elsie said.
"Please hold her close for a minute, papa, and let her kiss her mother." He complied under protest, in which Mr.Dinsmore joined, that he feared it would be too much for her; and the soft baby hands patted the wan cheeks, the tiny rosebud mouth was pressed again and again to the pale lips with rapturous cooings, "Mamma, mamma!" "There, pet, that will do," said her father.

"Now, see what mamma has for you." "Look, mother's darling," Elsie said with a glad smile, exposing to view the tiny face by her side.
"Baby!" cried the little girl, with a joyous shout, clapping her chubby hands, "pretty baby Elsie take"; and the small arms were held out entreatingly.
"No, Elsie is too little to hold it," said her papa; "but she may kiss it very softly." The child availed herself of the permission, then gently patting the newcomer, repeated her glad cry, "Baby, pretty baby." "Elsie's little brother," said her mamma, tenderly.

"Now, dearest, let mammy take her away," she added, sinking back on her pillows with a weary sigh.
He complied, then bent over her with a look of concern.

"I should not have brought her in," he said anxiously; "it has been too much for you." "But I wanted so to see her delight.

One more kiss, papa, before you go, and then I'll try to sleep." Elsie did not recover so speedily and entirely as before, after the birth of her first babe; and those to whom she was so dear grew anxious and troubled about her.
"You want change, daughter," Mr.Dinsmore said, coming in one morning and finding her lying pale and languid on a sofa; "and we are all longing to have you at home.