She sank slowly upon her knees, wild happiness in her face--wild
tears pouring down it.

"She has seen her!" And she stretched forth yearning arms towards
the little figure of Judith, who lay quiet upon the sofa in the
corner. "Your little girl has seen her--and I dare not waken her.
She is asleep."

Jane stood by the sofa--looking down. When she bent and touched
the child the stillness of the room seemed to have got into her
blood.

"No," she said, quivering, but with a strange simplicity. "No!
not asleep! It was this way with her Aunt Hester."


THE END