not deny it," the matron replied; "but you must not despair. Children make wonderful recoveries," she added, kindly.
She led them to the door of the ward, where a nurse came forward to conduct them to the proper bed.
"It is my ain little bairnie," Mrs. MacDougall whispered; "but sairly altered, sairly changed."
"He couldn't have been worse than he's been," the nurse said, drawing them a little way from the bed. "The delirium was just dreadful to see! But that's past, and we only want him to rally. He's about exhausted now, and must be kept quiet. I would not like him to open his eyes and find you by his side. By my will you would not have been admitted."
"Then I'll go directly," Mrs. MacDougall said, quickly. "I will no beg you to be kind to my bairn, for I can trust your face; but I will pray for you to be rewarded for every act o' kindness done to a poor lost little one. When can I come again?"
"To-morrow's the right day. You can come then," the nurse replied.