"When you are on the island, could you go to Nouri Pasha's house?"
"Yes."
"Then go and see the little boy. Kiss him, and bring me a kiss from him. Will you?"
On the day after my arrival on the island I went to the pines, where all the children are taken, but the little fellow was not there. The nurses of his sisters told me that his mother was worse, and wished him kept in the garden so that she could see him from the window.
Thereupon I went to Nouri Pasha's house. The Bréton nurse in all her finery was seated under an awning, the baby on her lap. I talked with her awhile, and begged her to let me hold the baby, which she did. It was a sweet baby, and strong.
"Is his mother better?" I asked.
"She will never be better, I fear."
Just then a bell rang out of a window above us, and the nurse got up and took the baby from me, saying:
"That is for me to bring him to his mother."
After she had gone I picked up a rattle the baby had dropped to give it to some one. I could find no one about, and the idea came to me to keep it and take it to my Lady of the Fountain.
Two days later when I entered her apartment and presented it to her, saying it was a present
