Nancy's mother . just clung to eachother until we fell asleep tired out with mis-ery and gladness. When mother arrived at the hospital, theytold her Jimmy was coming out of the ethernicely, and that he must be kept from allexciting things; she flew right to him andtook the nurses place, but very quietly andcalmly. When he slowly opened his eyesthere was our blessed mother giving him aglass of water as if she had never been 13 away; that funny boy wanted to know whyshe had her clothes on in the middle of thenight. The first few days were the dangerousones. You see they had taken a piece ofbone
Nancy's mother . just clung to eachother until we fell asleep tired out with mis-ery and gladness. When mother arrived at the hospital, theytold her Jimmy was coming out of the ethernicely, and that he must be kept from allexciting things; she flew right to him andtook the nurses place, but very quietly andcalmly. When he slowly opened his eyesthere was our blessed mother giving him aglass of water as if she had never been 13 away; that funny boy wanted to know whyshe had her clothes on in the middle of thenight. The first few days were the dangerousones. You see they had taken a piece ofbone right out of his head, and she staidright close beside him for three or fourdays without ever taking off her clothes, forfear some sudden noise or jar might startlehim; when the danger was all over she look-ed down at her feet and saw she still had onher rubbers she had put on that happy rainymorning to go down the mountain. Nowthat is just like my mother. Do you sup-pose all mothers are like that? |U^ CHAPTER II. My Mothers Day E are all very busy this morningthinking very hard, for we aretrying to write you remember when youwere little boys and girls in school; how yourheart used to sink on the mornings yourteacher would say in the tone she uses whenshe thinks she is giving you a great treat,Now, children, we will write compositionstoday, and you can choose your own sub-jects? Billy is leaning away over his desk, writ-ing away for dear life,—that boy has reallytoo many ideas 1 I know hes giving a longaccount of how the trolleys run in SanFrancisco, or what kind of food cows eat inthe winter and how they chew. I wonderwhy boys always love such stupid things? Its always dreadfully hard for me be-cause I think of so many different subjectsand they all seem like the little blind paths inthe mountains that start out so beautifullyand lead to nowhere. Oh! now I have a splendid idea, I justguess Ill tell you about one of my mothers 15 days, for I think she does mor
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