Fresh, clean linen was put upon the
pillows, while Ella's tangled curls were carefully brushed and
tucked under her tasteful cap, and then for the first time Dora
took the baby upon her lap. It was a little thing, but very
beautiful to the young mother, and beautiful, too, to Dora, when
she learned that its name was "Fannie."
"_Fannie!_" how it carried her back to the long ago, when her
father had spoken, and her precious mother had answered to that
blessed name! And how it thrilled her as she repeated it again and
again, while her tears fell like rain on the face of the
unconscious infant.
"Why do you cry?" asked Ella, and Dora answered, "I am thinking
of mother. Her name was Fannie, and I shall love the baby for her
sake."
"Has your mother long been dead? Tell me of her" said Ella; and
drawing her chair close to the bedside, Dora told the sad story of
her life, while Ella Hastings's tears fell fast and her eyes
opened wide with wonder as she heard of the dreary room, the dead
mother, the bitter cold night, and of the good lady who brought
them aid.
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