that fast? You a-doin’ his fathah mean, Cassandry.” Still Cassandra swayed and sang.

“Sleep, honey son, sleep again.”

“He nevah will forgive you when he finds out how you have done him. I can’t make out what-all ails ye, nohow.”

“Hush, mother. I’m just leaving his heart in peace. He’ll come when he can, and then he’ll forgive me.”

As the doctor walked slowly at her side that evening, carrying the sleeping child back to her cabin, he also ventured a remonstrance, but without avail.

“It’s hardly fair to his father — such a fine little chap. You — you have a monopoly of him this way, you know.”