. Little Saint Sunshine . my new mama? Your new mama, clarlint, andyoure my little Kathleen. J •/ I am Little Thaint Thunthine. Yis, Lovey. But yez must knowthat I lost a little girl about as old asyou and youre the living picture of her,wicl your blue eyes and your long curlyhair. And, oh darlint, my heart is fullof love and happiness the night/ The big blue eyes looked up wonder-ingly into those of the old, gray-hairedwoman and then slowly closed. Bridget laid her clown and clasped herhands over her like a young mother inher first ecstasy of love. While shewaited there, the Parson tiptoed in
. Little Saint Sunshine . my new mama? Your new mama, clarlint, andyoure my little Kathleen. J •/ I am Little Thaint Thunthine. Yis, Lovey. But yez must knowthat I lost a little girl about as old asyou and youre the living picture of her,wicl your blue eyes and your long curlyhair. And, oh darlint, my heart is fullof love and happiness the night/ The big blue eyes looked up wonder-ingly into those of the old, gray-hairedwoman and then slowly closed. Bridget laid her clown and clasped herhands over her like a young mother inher first ecstasy of love. While shewaited there, the Parson tiptoed intothe room and stood beside her. Oh, Micky, she said, yes have alittle sister now. He gazed shyly into 122383B 99 LITTLE SAINT SUNSHINE the crib, and the sight of that fair faceasleep on the pillow, the hands thrownover the head in matchless grace, themarvel of life in the embrace of sleep,the sister of death, subdued him. Hestood a long time there as one who hasseen a vision, and went out of the roomwithout a word. 100. VII TT would have been a study for c. •^ psychologist to watch the influenceof the Little Saint on her environment,and the influence of her environment onthe Little Saint, in the years that fol-lowed that Christmas Day. A story, written by a witty and sub-tle Frenchman, exquisitely reveals thepower of little things. A German soldier, in the Franco-Prussian war, had appropriated a tinyParisian clock and had taken it homewith him. His home was one of those solemn, 101 LITTLE SAINT SUNSHINE stately palaces that belong by nature tothe Rhine. The father and mother, thebrothers and sisters were all ponderousand slow. The furniture in the housewas all antique and heavy. The serv-ants all moved like glaciers; and anenormous timepiece on the stair with itsloud tick-tocks, coming not oftenerthan once in three or four seconds, andwith its funeral knells that struck thehours, seemed to set the pace for thedomestic life. Upon a mantelpiece in this sedate andalmost petri
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