Gregory lifted him and laid him at her side.

She made Gregory turn open the bosom of her nightdress, that the dog might put his black muzzle between her breasts.

She crossed her arms over him.

Gregory left them lying there together.
Next day, when they asked her how she was, she answered "Better." "Some one ought to tell her," said the landlady; "we can't let her soul go out into eternity not knowing, especially when I don't think it was all right about the child.

You ought to go and tell her, doctor." So, the little doctor, edged on and on, went in at last.