She walked to and fro, and stood rocking her baby, mute indeed, but with tears falling in showers.

Gradually her anguish wept itself away, or was smothered down, lest it should disturb the little creature asleep on her breast.
Some one came behind her, and placed her in the arm-chair, gently.

It was my father.

He sat down by her, taking her hand.
"Grieve not, Ursula.

I had a little brother who was blind.