"Eat it for mither," she said, smiling tenderly; and then: "Davie, ma heart, I'm leavin' ye."
The boy ceased sucking the sweet, and looked at her, the corners of his mouth drooping pitifully.
"Ye're no gaein' awa', mither?" he asked, his face all working. "Ye'll no leave yen wee laddie?"
"Ay, laddie, awa'--reet awa'. Ha's callin' me." She tried to smile; but her mother's heart was near to bursting.
"Ye'll tak' yen wee Davie wi' ye mither!" the child pleaded, crawling up toward her face.
The great tears rolled, unrestrained, down her wan cheeks, and M'Adam, at the head of the bed, was sobbing openly.
"Eh, ma bairn, ma bairn, I'm sam to leave ye!" she cried brokenly. "Lift him for me, Adam."
He placed the child in her arms; but she was too weak to hold him. So he laid him upon his mother's pillows; and the boy wreathed his soft arms about her neck and sobbed tempestuously.