. New chronicles of Rebecca. cush-ioned rocking-chair under the lilac bushes besidethe steps. Then she took one of his soft hands inhers and patted it, and fluttered her fingers likebirds before his eyes, and snapped them like casta-nets, remembering all the arts she had lavishedupon Sarah Ellen, aged seventeen months, yearsand years ago. Motherless baby and babyless mother,Bring them together to love one another. Rebecca knew nothing of this couplet, but shesaw clearly enough that her case was won. The boy must be hungry; when was he fedlast. asked Mrs. Cobb. Just stay a secondlonger while I
. New chronicles of Rebecca. cush-ioned rocking-chair under the lilac bushes besidethe steps. Then she took one of his soft hands inhers and patted it, and fluttered her fingers likebirds before his eyes, and snapped them like casta-nets, remembering all the arts she had lavishedupon Sarah Ellen, aged seventeen months, yearsand years ago. Motherless baby and babyless mother,Bring them together to love one another. Rebecca knew nothing of this couplet, but shesaw clearly enough that her case was won. The boy must be hungry; when was he fedlast. asked Mrs. Cobb. Just stay a secondlonger while I get him some mornings milk; thenyou run home to your dinners and I 11 speak toMr. Cobb this afternoon. Of course, we can keepthe baby for a week or two till we see what hap-pens. Land! he aint goin to be any more troublethan a wax doll! I guess he aint been used tomuch attention, and that kind s always the easiestto take care of. At six oclock that evening Rebecca and EmmaJane flew up the hill and down the lane again, wav-28. GREAT, THOUGH FRIENDLY, WAS THE RIVALRYBETWEEN THEM JACK O LANTERN ing their hands to the dear old couple who werewaiting for them in the usual place, the back piazzawhere they had sat so many summers in a blessedcompanionship never marred by an unloving word. Wheres Jacky? called Rebecca breathlessly,her voice always outrunning her feet. Go up to my chamber, both of you, if you wantto see, smiled Mrs. Cobb, only dont wake himup. The girls went softly up the stairs into AuntSarahs room. There, in the turn-up bedstead thathad been so long empty, slept Jack-o-lantern, inblissful unconsciousness of the doom he had solately escaped. His nightgown and pillow-case wereclean and fragrant with lavender, but they wereboth as yellow as saffron, for they had belonged toSarah Ellen. I wish his mother could see him! whisperedEmma Jane. You cant tell; its all puzzly about heaven,and perhaps she does, said Rebecca, as they turnedreluctantly from the fascinating scene and
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