dreaming, but presently the recollection of the night before came back to
her. There was her mother sleeping quietly on the bed, and there was little
Mother Manikin sitting faithfully at her post, never having allowed herself
to sleep all that long night, lest the sick woman should wake and want
something which she could not get.

'Oh, Mother Manikin,' said Rosalie, getting down from the bed and throwing
her arms round the little old woman's neck, 'how good you are!'

'Hush, child!' said the dwarf; 'don't wake your mother; she's sleeping so
peacefully now, and has been for the last hour.'

'I'm so glad!' said Rosalie. 'Do you think she will soon be better, Mother
Manikin?'

'I can't say, my dear; we'll leave that just now. Tell me what that picture
is about up there? I've been looking at it all night.'

'Oh, that's my picture,' said Rosalie; 'that shepherd has been looking for
that lamb all over, and at last he has found it, and is carrying it home on
his shoulder; and he is so glad it is found, though he has hurt himself
very much in looking for it.'

'And what is that reading underneath?' said the little old woman. 'I can't
read, my dear, you see; I am no scholar.'

'"Rejoice with Me; for I have found My sheep which was lost. There is joy
in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth."'

'What does that mean, child?' said the old woman.