did in my life counts."

She felt nearer than ever to Warren now, and more dependent upon
him. But a new dignity came into her relationship with him:
husband and wife, father and mother, they wore the great titles of
the world, now!

He found her more beautiful than ever, and as the baby was the
centre of her universe, and all her hopes and fears and thoughts
for the child, the old bridal attitude toward him vanished
forever, and she was the more fascinating for that. His love for
her rose like a great flame, and the passionate devotion for which
she had been wistfully waiting for months enveloped her now, when,
shaken in body and soul, she wished only to devote herself to the
miracle that was her child.

When he was but six weeks old James Warren Gregory Third terrified
the little circle of his family and friends with a severe touch of
summer sickness. The weather, in late April, was untimely--hot and
humid--and the baby seemed to suffer from it, even in his airy
nursery. There were two hideous days in which he would take no
food, and when Rachael heard nothing but the little wailing voice
through the long hours. All night she sat beside him, hearing
Warren's affectionate protests as little as she heard the
dignified remonstrance of the nurse. When day came she was haggard
and exhausted, but still she would not leave her baby. She knelt
at the crib, impressing the tiny countenance upon mind and heart--
her first-born baby, upon whose little features the wisdom of
another world still lingered like a light!