"I must
be careful if the young 'un's weak not to startle the poor lamb."
She stirred the fire very gently, and seeing a little sauce-pan with
something simmering in it on the hob, tasted it, and found it was
beef-tea. She poured a little into a cracked tea-cup, and when the
child moaned again--and this moan was even fainter than the last--went
up to the bed, determined to act the part of the absent mother, who
was so shamefully neglecting her sick child.
"Here, honey, take a sip," she said, and she put her strong firm arm
under the restless little head. The small face was in shadow. Bet
raised the head higher. "Drink, dearie," she said again. There was a
pause. Bet's own face could be seen--Bet's own face could be recognized.
"Bet--Bet!" said the captain--"oh, Bet--I did ax God to bring you back
to me!"
CHAPTER XXXII.
When Bet Granger ran past the open doorway of Mother Bunch's room she
had very little idea that in a corner of that room, tied firmly into
a chair, sat her bridegroom of to-morrow--Isaac Dent.
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