The cooing babe a veil supplied,
And if she listened none might know,
Or if she sighed;
Or if forecasting grief and care,
Unconscious solace then she drew,
And lulled her babe, and unaware
Lulled sorrow too.
Jean Ingelow.
All the winter Fay remained quietly at the old Manse, tenderly watched over by her kind old friend and f