. Family secrets; or, Hints to those who would make home happy. tiful cry it will keep up till night-fall. If I did butknow of anybody that would take it, it would be a greatmercy to us all. Alice, said Kate, returning to the bed where tliepoor young woman lay, will you trust your baby withme for a few days ? I will take great care of it. Oh! yes, to be sure, Miss, replied a low huskyvoice, that was scarcely intelligible; it could not be inbetter hands. A convulsive cough then came on, and every momentthreatened suffocation; but no sooner was the paroxysmover, than the sufferer sunk again into
. Family secrets; or, Hints to those who would make home happy. tiful cry it will keep up till night-fall. If I did butknow of anybody that would take it, it would be a greatmercy to us all. Alice, said Kate, returning to the bed where tliepoor young woman lay, will you trust your baby withme for a few days ? I will take great care of it. Oh! yes, to be sure, Miss, replied a low huskyvoice, that was scarcely intelligible; it could not be inbetter hands. A convulsive cough then came on, and every momentthreatened suffocation; but no sooner was the paroxysmover, than the sufferer sunk again into a heavy sleep;and Kate, taking advantage of the opportunity, hastenedto the door, with the infant in her arms. Give me something to wrap it in, said she ; a cloak—a shawl—anything will do. There is Jane Butler atthe lodge. I am sure she will be kinder to it than anyone; and I will bring you tidings of it every day. But who is going to take it to her ? asked the oldwoman ; I dare not trust it to my boy. * I will tell you who will take it, said Kate Somer-. ^ ■^ ^ ^ % 1 ?• ^^ ^« ■i IN^ SOMERVILLE HALL. 169 ville, bounding into lier saddle, and stretching out herarms for the child— I will take it myself, for the soonerit is beyond the hearing of its poor mother, the better. And so there we actually were again iijion the high-road, riding back to the hall, and Kate Somerville withthe baby in her lap; yet managing so well both that andher horse, that we reached the lodge without a fold of thecloak being displaced, and, probably, without the youngtraveller itself being aware of any change from its w^armcradle in the cottage. Had I endeavoured, during this part of our ride, toanalyze my feelings, I should have found the task impos-sible ; for, notwithstanding the horror it might haveoccasioned had we met any of my college friends by theway, I doubt whether I did not like Miss Somerville thebetter for this forgetfulness of self—of appearances—ofevery thing, in short,
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