Before she had had it in her arms five minutes, her pale cheek was as
red as a rose, and her eyes brighter than diamonds.
"Bless you, Rose! bless you! bless you! in one moment you have made me
forget all I ever suffered in my life."
"There is a cold draught," cried she presently, with maternal anxiety;
"close the panel, Rose."
"No, dear; or I could not call to Jacintha, or she to me; but I will
shift the screen round between him and the draught. There, now, come to
his aunt--a darling!"
Then Rose sat on the floor too, and Josephine put her boy on aunt's
lap, and took a distant view of him. But she could not bear so vast a
separation long. She must have him to her bosom again.
Presently my lord, finding himself hugged, opened his eyes, and, as a
natural consequence, his mouth.
"Oh, that will never do," cried Rose, and they put him back in the
cradle with all expedition, and began to rock it. Young master was
not to be altogether appeased even by that. So Rose began singing an
old-fashioned Breton chant or lullaby.
Josephine sang with her, and, singing, watched with a smile her boy drop
off by degrees to sleep under the gentle motion and the lulling song.
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