"How hot it is! if God would send a drop of rain," she said.

"Yes, yes, sh--sh--sh--" was all Kitty answered, rocking a little, and tenderly squeezing the plump little arm, with rolls of fat at the wrist, which Mitya still waved feebly as he opened and shut his eyes.

That hand worried Kitty; she longed to kiss the little hand, but was afraid to for fear of waking the baby.

At last the little hand ceased waving, and the eyes closed.