Then Jane rose and took the body from the distracted father's arms.

She was white and worn out with suffering and watching, but she would allow no one to make the child's last toilet but herself.

For this ceremony she needed no lace or satin, no gilt or mock jewelry.

She washed the little form free of all earth's stain, combed loose the bright brown hair, matted with the sweat of suffering, and dressed her for the last--the last time, in one of the pretty white linen nightgowns she had made for her darling but a few weeks previously.
Oh, who dare inquire what passed in Jane's soul during that hour?
The God who wrote the child's name in His book before she was born, He only knew.

Of all that suffered in Martha's loss, Jane suffered incredibly more than any other.