I've tried it with the bottle, but it wouldn't take it." Martin bent down to the baby's face, and put his finger on its chin; bending lower yet, he raised the eyelid of the tiny eye....
"It's dead," he said.
At the word "dead" Mrs.Hughs, stooping behind him, snatched the baby to her throat.

With its drooping head close to her she, she clutched and rocked it without sound.

Full five minutes this desperate mute struggle with eternal silence lasted--the feeling, and warming, and breathing on the little limbs.

Then, sitting down, bent almost double over her baby, she moaned.

That single sound was followed by utter silence.