said we were too far away from the other baby, and what if he were to

have the symptoms in the night--and she blanched again, poor thing.

We then restored the crib and the nurse to the nursery and put up a bed

for ourselves in a room adjoining.

Presently, however, Mrs. McWilliams said suppose the baby should catch it

from Penelope? This thought struck a new panic to her heart, and the

tribe of us could not get the crib out of the nursery again fast enough

to satisfy my wife, though she assisted in her own person and well-nigh

pulled the crib to pieces in her frantic hurry.

We moved down-stairs; but there was no place there to stow the nurse, and

Mrs. McWilliams said the nurse's experience would be an inestimable help.

So we returned, bag and baggage, to our own bedroom once more, and felt a

great gladness, like storm-buffeted birds that have found their nest

again.

Mrs. McWilliams sped to the nursery to see how things were going on

there. She was back in a moment with a new dread. She said:

What CAN make Baby sleep so?"

I said:

"Why, my darling, Baby always sleeps like a graven image."

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