"Yes, Rob did it,"--lingering on the name tenderly. "It's a snug home for us: we'll have to rough it outside a little, but we're not old yet, Hetty, eh?" turning up my face. "I have my old school in town again. We have everything we want now, to begin afresh." I did not answer; nor, through the day, when Jacky and the boys, one after another, would say anxiously, as one does to a sick person, "Is there anything you need, mother?" did I utter a wish. I dared not: I knew all that I had done: and if God never gave me _that_ gift again, I never should ask for it. But I saw them watching me more uneasily, and towards evening caught part of Jacky's talk with Doctor Manning. "I tell you I will. I'll risk the fever," impatiently. "It's that she wants. I can see it in her eyes. Heaven save you, Uncle Dan, you're not a woman!" And in a moment she brought my baby and laid it in my breast. It was only when its little hand touched me that I surely knew God had forgiven me. It ceased raining in the evening: the clouds cleared off, red and heavy. Rob had come up from town, and took his father's place beside me, but he and Jacky brought their chairs close, so we had a quiet evening all together. Their way of talking, of politics or religion or even news, was so healthy and alive, warm-blooded! And I entered into it with so keen a relish! It was such an earnest, heartsome world I had come into, out of myself! Once, when Jacqueline was giving me a drink, she said,-- "I wish you'd tell us what you dreamed in all these days, dear." Robert glanced at me keenly. "No, Jacky," he said, his face flushing. I looked him full in the eyes: from that moment I had a curious reliance and trust in his shrewd, just, kindly nature, and in his religion, a something below that. If I were dying, I should be glad if Robert Manning would pray for me. I should think his prayers would be heard. "I will not forget what I dreamed, Robert," I said. "No, mother. I know." After that, awhile, I was talking to him of the home he had prepared for his father and me. "I wanted you just to start anew, with Teddy and the baby, here," he said, lightly. "And Jacky," I added, looking up at the bright, chubby face. It grew suddenly crimson, then colorless, then the tears came. There was a strange silence. "Rob," she whispered, hiding her head sheepishly, "Rob says no." "Yes, Rob says no," putting his hand on her crisp curls. "He wants you. And mother, here, will tell you a woman has no better work in life than the one she has taken up: to make herself a visible Providence to her husband and child." I kissed Jacky again and again, but I said nothing. He went away just after that. When he shook hands, I held up the baby to be kissed. He played with it a minute, and then put it down. "God bless the baby," he said, "and its mother," more earnestly. Then he and Jacky went out and left me alone with my husband and my child. PALINGENESIS.