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[Ekin W. <la...@pb...>]

Well, during two weeks and a half we watched by the crib, and in our
deep solicitude we were unconscious of any world outside of that
sick-room. Then our reward came: the center of the universe turned the
corner and began to mend. Grateful? It isn't the term. There _isn't_ any
term for it. You know that yourself, if you've watched your child
through the Valley of the Shadow and seen it come back to life and sweep
night out of the earth with one all-illuminating smile that you could
cover with your hand.