Susan could not speak, but she carried the little child, and laid it in its mother's arms; then, as she looked at them, something overpowered her, and she knelt down, crying aloud--"Oh, my God, my God, have mercy on her, and forgive and comfort her."But the mother kept smiling, and stroking the little face, murmuring soft, tender words, as if it were alive. She was going mad, Susan thought; but she prayed on, and on, and ever still she prayed with streaming eyes.
The doctor came with the draught. The mother took it, with docile unconsciousness of its nature as medicine. The doctor sat by her;and soon she fell asleep. Then he rose softly, and beckoning Susan to the door, he spoke to her there.
"You must take the corpse out of her arms. She will not awake. That draught will make her sleep for many hours. I will call before noon again. It is now daylight. Good-by."Susan shut him out; and then, gently extricating the dead child from its mother's arms, she could not resist ****** her own quiet moan over her darling. She tried to learn off its little placid face, dumb and pale before her.
