“God punished us for our prayer, my husband,” said Ruth.

“Peace, peace!” said Israel.

“But God is good,” said Ruth, “and surely He will not afflict our child much longer.”

“Hush!  Hush!  You will awaken her,” said Israel, not thinking what he said.  “Now lie still and sleep, dearest.  You are tired also.”

She lay quiet for a time, gazing, while the light remained, into the face of the sleeping child, and listening, when the light failed, to her gentle breathing.  Then she babbled and crooned over her with a childish joy.  “Yes, yes, father is right, and mother must lie quiet—­very quiet, and so her little Naomi will sleep long—­very long, and wake happy and well in the morning.  How bonny she will look!  How fresh and rosy!”

She paused a moment.  Her laboured breathing came quick and fast.  “But shall I be here to see her? shall I?”

She paused again, and then, as though to banish thought, she began to sing in a low voice that was like a moan.  Presently her singing ceased, and she spoke again, but this time in broken whispers.

“How soft and glossy her hair is!  I wonder if Fatimah will remember to wash it every day.  She should twist it around her fingers to keep it in pretty curls. . . .  Oh, why did God make my child so beautiful?. . . .  Dear me, her morning frock wanted stitching at the sleeves, it’s a chance if Habeebah has seen to it.  Then there’s her underclothing. . . .  Will she be deaf and blind and dumb always?  I wonder if I shall see her when I. . . .  They say that angels are sent. . . .  Yes, yes, that’s it, when I am there—­there—­I will go to God and say, ’O Lord! my little girl whom I have left behind, she is. . . .  You would never think, O Lord, how many things may happen to one like her.  Let me go—­only let me watch over her—­O Lord, let me be her guar—­’”

Her weakness had conquered her, and she was quiet at last.  Israel sat in silence by the post of the bed.  His heart was surging itself out of his choking breast.  The black woman stood somewhere by the wall.  After a time Ruth seemed to awake as from sleep.  She was in great excitement.

“Israel, Israel!” she cried in a voice of joy, “I have seen a vision.  It was Naomi.  She was no longer deaf and blind and dumb.  She was grown to be a woman, but I knew her instantly.  Not a woman either, but a young maiden, and so beautiful, so beautiful!  Yes, and she could see and hear and speak.”

Israel thought Ruth had become delirious, and he tried to soothe her, but her agitation was not to be overcome.  “The Lord hath seen our tears at last,” she cried.  “He has put our sin beneath His feet.  We are forgiven.  It will be well with the child yet.”

Israel did not try to gainsay her, and at sight and sound of her joy, seeing it so beautiful, yet thinking it so vain, he could not help at last but weep.  Presently she became quiet again, and then again, after a little while, she woke as from a sleep.