being, flamed from her cheeks, spoke from her loyal, stubborn chin, and
looked from her trustworthy eyes. She had been with the bank president's
baby ever since the little star-eyed creature came into the world.

"Och! look ye at the poor wee'un!" she exclaimed. "Ye're hurtin' him,
Norah! Ye shouldn't have bathed him the noo! Ye should've waited the
docther's comin'. Ye'll mebbe kin kill him."

"Ach! Get out with yer soft talk!" said Norah, scrubbing the more
vigorously. "Did yez suppose I'll be afther havin' all this filth in the
nice clean sheets? Get ye to work an' he'p me. Do ye hold 'im while I
schrub!"

She shifted the boy into the gentler arm's of the nurse, and went to
splashing all the harder. Then suddenly, before the nurse could protest,
she had dashed a lot of foamy suds on the golden head and was scrubbing
that with all her might.

"Och, Norah!" cried the nurse in alarm. "You shouldn't a done that! Ye'll
surely kill the bairn. Look at his poor wee shoulder a bleedin', and his
little face so white an' still. Have ye no mercy at all, Norah? Rinse off
that suds at once, an' dry him softly. What'll the docther be sayin' to ye
fer all this I can't think. There, my poor bairnie," she crooned to the
child, softly drawing him closer as though he were conscious,--

"There, there my bairnie, it'll soon be over. It'll be all right in just a
minute, poor wee b'y! Poor wee b'y! There! There--"

But Norah did her perfect work, and made the little lean body glistening
white as polished marble, while the heavy hair hung limp like pale golden