“My dear brother!” cried Mrs. Douglas, her eyes beaming with delight, “do you then confirm Lady Juliana’s kind promise?  Indeed I will be a mother to your dear baby, and love her as if she were my own; and in a month—­oh! in much less time—­you shall see her as stout as her sister.”

Henry sighed, as he thought, “’Why has not my poor babe such a mother of its own?” Then thanking his sister-in-law for her generous intentions, he reminded her that she must consult her husband, as few men liked to be troubled with any children but their own.

“You are in the right,” said Mrs. Douglas, blushing at the impetuosity of feeling which had made her forget for an instant the deference due to her band; “I shall instantly ask his permission, and he is so indulgent to all my wishes that I have little doubt of obtaining his consent;” and, with the child in her arms, she hastened to her husband, and made known her request.

Mr. Douglas received the proposal with considerable coolness; wondering what his wife could see in such an ugly squalling thing to plague herself about it.  If it had been a boy, old enough to speak and run about, there might be some amusement in it; but he could not see the use of a squalling sickly infant—­and a girl too!

His wife sighed deeply, and the tears stole down her cheeks as she looked on the wan visage and closed eyes of the little sufferer.  “God help the, poor baby?” said she mournfully; “you are rejected on all hands, but your misery will soon be at a end;” and she was slowly leaving the room with her helpless charge when her husband, touched at the sight of her distress, though the feeling that caused it he did not comprehend, called to her, “I am sure, Alicia, if you really wish to take charge of the infant I have no objections; only I think you will find it la great plague, and the mother is such a fool”

“Worse than a fool,” said Mrs. Douglas indignantly, “for she hates and abjures this her poor unoffending babe”

“Does she so?” cried Mr. Douglas, every kindling feeling roused within him at the idea of his blood being hated and abjured; “then, hang me! if she shall have any child of Harry’s to hate as long as I have a house to shelter it and a sixpence to bestow upon it,” taking the infant in his arms, and kindly kissing it.

Mrs. Douglas smiled through her tears as she embraced her husband, and praised his goodness and generosity; then, full of exultation and delight, she flew to impart the success of her mission to the parents of her protegee.

Great was the surprise of the maiden nurses at finding they were to be bereft of their little charge.

“I declare, I think the child is doing as well as possible,” said Miss Grizzy.  “To be sure it does yammer constantly—­that can’t be denied; and it is uncommonly small—­nobody can dispute that.  At the same time, I am sure, I can’t tell what makes it cry, for I’ve given it two colic powders every day, and a tea-spoonful of Lady Maclaughlan’s carminative every three hours.”