How little I thought, when I raised my handkerchief to look upon the tiny sleeper underneath and seemed to see a halo shine around the child through Ada's drooping hair as her pity bent her head--how little I thought in whose unquiet bosom that handkerchief would come to lie after covering the motionless and peaceful breast! 
How little I thought, when I raised my handkerchief to look upon the tiny sleeper - how little I thought in whose unquiet bosom that handkerchief would come to lie, after covering the motionless and peaceful breast!
