Babyhood . rom pin High Art with Flower-Juice Paints. Little folks, like ourselves, are happiest whenoccupied ; but it is not always easy for the mo-ther, with her hands and head full of work andcare, to invent and then start the restless younglife about her on some new track of amusement. Me want somefin to is the little whiny, pitifulnote I hear rung through thelong, dreary days of winter andthose still more trying, the rainyones of summer, when the sud-den shut-in from the blessed all-out-doors ismisery for the little people, and they are notslow to show it. Throughout the year I th
Babyhood . rom pin High Art with Flower-Juice Paints. Little folks, like ourselves, are happiest whenoccupied ; but it is not always easy for the mo-ther, with her hands and head full of work andcare, to invent and then start the restless younglife about her on some new track of amusement. Me want somefin to is the little whiny, pitifulnote I hear rung through thelong, dreary days of winter andthose still more trying, the rainyones of summer, when the sud-den shut-in from the blessed all-out-doors ismisery for the little people, and they are notslow to show it. Throughout the year I thinkthe rainy days of summer tax a mothers patiencemost, for usually the older ones can run out inthe storm to some extent without harm, whiletheir fair-weather playmates, the younger ones,cannot, and this causes cloudy skies indoors. One summer day, when rain-drops beat thewindow-panes from outside and restless, unoc-cupied fingers drummed them from within, witha drizzle of tears and the old, plaintive cry,.
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