o it with a devotion which
made Helen tremble as she thought what if God should take it from her.

"He won't, oh, He won't," Katy had said, when once she suggested the
possibility, and in the eyes usually so soft and gentle there was a
fierce gleam, as Katy hugged her baby closer to her, and said:

"God does not willfully torment us. He will not take my baby, when my
whole life would die with it. I had almost forgotten to pray, there was
so much else to do, till baby came, but now I never go to sleep at night
or waken in the morning, that there does not come a prayer of thanks
for baby given to me. I could hardly love God if He took her away."

There was a chill feeling at Helen's heart as she listened to her sister
and then glanced at the baby so passionately loved. In time it would be
pretty, for it had Katy's perfect features, and the hair just beginning
to grow was a soft, golden brown; but it was too small now, too puny to
be handsome, while in its eyes there was a scared, hunted kind of look,
which chafed Wilford more than aught else could have done, for that was
the look which had crept into Katy's eyes at Newport when she found she
was not going home. Still it was a Cameron, of royal lineage, loved at
least by four, its mother, its grandfather, Helen and Jamie, while the
others looked forward to a time when they should be proud of it, even if
they were not so now.

Many discussions had been held at the elder Cameron's concerning its
name, Mrs. Cameron deciding finally that it should bear her own,
Margaret Augusta, while Juno advocated that of Rose Marie, inasmuch as
their new clergyman would Frenchify the pronunciation so perfectly,
rolling the "_r_," and placing so much accent on the last syllable. At
this the Father Cameron swore as cussed nonsense--"better call it
Jemima, a grand sight, than saddle it with such a silly name as Rose
Mah-ree, with a roll to the 'r,'" and with another oath the disgusted
old man departed, while Bell suggested that Katy might wish to have a
voice in naming her own child.

This was a possibility that had formed no part of Mrs. Cameron's
thoughts, or Juno's. Of course Katy would acquiesce in whatever Wilford
said was best, and he always thought as they did. Consequently there
would be no trouble whatever. It was time the child had a name--time it
wore the elegant christening robe, Mrs. Cameron's gift, which cost more
money than would have fed a hungry family for weeks. The matte