At last the baby uttered a little cry of pain--the mother darted forward, and clasped it almost savagely to her breast.
"I will not have my baby hurt! There is nothing wrong with her sweet eyes.

Go away; you shall not touch her, John." "Love!" She melted at that low, fond word; leaning against his shoulder--trying to control her tears.
"It shocked me so--the bare thought of such a thing.

Oh! husband, don't let her be looked at again." "Only once again, my darling.

It is best.

Then we shall be quite satisfied.