where she may be now, and what her fate. For her sake, I wish to be kind to them."
"What became of your sister?" asked Nattie, opening wide her dark eyes, and looking up into the face of the man who stood above her couch.
"That I do not know," he answered.
A loud cry from the cradle now called the young wife in that direction.
"Is it a baby?" asked Nattie, her eyes following the little woman.
"Yes," the man answered. "Are you fond of children?"
"I have not seen one for so long, that is, a white one. Oh, how pretty!" she exclaimed, as the rosy child was brought to the bedside, his chubby hands rubbing vigorously at his sleepy, half-open, great black eyes.
"Do you think that he is?" said the fond mother. "He shall sit on your bed when you are better, and make you smile at his merry ways."
