turned toward it. There stood the old wooden cradle in which
Eudora had been rocked to sleep, but over the clumsy hood Eudora
had tacked a fall of rich old lace and a great bow of soft pink
satin.

"He is waking up," said the man, in a hushed, almost reverent
voice.

Eudora nodded. She went toward the cradle, and the man followed.
She lifted the curtain of lace, and there became visible little
feebly waving pink arms and hands, like tentacles of love, and a
little puckered pink face which was at once ugly and divinely
beautiful.

"A fine boy," said the man. The baby made a grimace at him which
was hideous but lovely.

"I do believe he thinks he knows you," said Eudora, foolishly.

The baby made a little nestling motion, and its creasy eyelids
dropped.

"Looks to me as if he was going to sleep again," said Lawton, in
a whisper. Eudora jogged the cradle gently with her foot, and
both were still. Then Eudora dropped the lace veil over the
cradle again and moved softly away.

Lawton followed her. "I haven't my answer yet, Eudora," he
whispered, leaning over her shoulder as she moved.