"Let him have his sleep out, Miss Snow," said the doctor, "and
then sponge him off and try him with food!"

"Oh--yes--yes--yes!" the baby's mother said eagerly, drying her
eyes. "And you'll be back later, George?"

"Not unless you telephone me, and I don't think you'll have to,"
George Valentine said. Rachael's face grew radiant with joy.

"Oh, George, then he is better!" She was breathing like a runner.

"Better! I think he'll be himself to-morrow. Console yourself, my
dear Rachael, with the thought that you'll go through this a
hundred times with every one of your children!"

"Oh, what a world!" Rachael said, half laughing and half sighing.
But later she said to Warren, "Yet isn't it deliciously worth
while!"

He had persuaded her to have some supper, and then they had come
back to the nursery, to see if the baby really would eat. He had
awakened, and had had his bath, and was crying again, but, as
Rachael eagerly said, it was a healthy cry. Trembling and smiling,
she took the little creature in her arms, and when the busy little
lips found her breast, Rachael felt as if she could hardly bear
the exquisite incoming rush of joy again.

Warren, watching her, smiled in deep satisfaction, and Miss Snow
smiled, too. But before she gave herself up to the luxury of