Henry rose stiffly to his feet. “I’ll help,” Delight said, “as long as Charity will sit with James so Mama can rest.” She needed fresh air and time to ponder James’s ill fate. “Of course.” Charity reached to take Mama’s hand. “Go on back to bed, Mama. Morning will come soon enough, and little Elijah will be demanding his breakfast.” Their mother studied James a bit longer. “Do you promise to waken me if he grows worse?” “I give you my solemn word,” Charity said. Henry assisted Mama to her feet and did the same for Delight. “Would you like a cup of chamomile tea before retiring?” Delight said. Mama smiled wearily. “I think not. Once you and Henry are finished outside, perhaps you three would sleep intermittently in your vigil. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?” “I’ll see to it, Mistress Butler,” Henry said. “Do not concern yourself with their welfare. I will make sure they rest.” And who will urge you to do the same? Delight grabbed her shawl and wrapped it around her shoulders before grasping the lantern.
