Our pretty one--our own little child!" John did not speak, but only held her to him--close and fast.

When she was a little calmer he whispered to her the comfort--the sole comfort even her husband could give her--through whose will it was that this affliction came.
"And it is more an affliction to you than it will be to her, poor pet!" said Mrs.Jessop, as she wiped her friendly eyes.

"She will not miss what she never knew.

She may be a happy little child.

Look, how she lies and smiles." But the mother could not take that consolation yet.