midnight before
She fancies that he has had the measles ; but our children have had it too , so there 's no fear . Come up-stairs , Mary Baines . '' Passing , with a thankful look , the room where her own boys slept , the good mother established this forlorn young mother and her two children in a little closet outside the nursery door ; cheered her with comfortable words ; helped her ignorance with wise counsels -- for Ursula was the general doctress of all the poor folk round . It was almost midnight before she came down to the parlour where John and I sat , he with little Muriel asleep in his arms . The child would gladly have slumbered away all night there , with the delicate , pale profile pressed close into his breast . `` Is all right , love ? How tired you must be ! ''