Nancy's mother . l the rest of the afternoon trying to bringthe frozen baby back to life, and by suppertime I could see she was dreadfully all felt pretty solemn over our tea, forwe were so sorry for the baby whose fatherand mother did not want her. Mother putus to bed early and talked to us so sweetlyabout the baby and how kind we must be toher. She was so tired at station meeting thatevening she fell right asleep in a talk aboutsome old salary or other; they all laughedabout it the next morning, but I dont won-der she did, do you? Late that night—after she had seen herown little chi
Nancy's mother . l the rest of the afternoon trying to bringthe frozen baby back to life, and by suppertime I could see she was dreadfully all felt pretty solemn over our tea, forwe were so sorry for the baby whose fatherand mother did not want her. Mother putus to bed early and talked to us so sweetlyabout the baby and how kind we must be toher. She was so tired at station meeting thatevening she fell right asleep in a talk aboutsome old salary or other; they all laughedabout it the next morning, but I dont won-der she did, do you? Late that night—after she had seen herown little children were all right, she wentto the little motherless baby, making it warm 25 and comfy and cuddled it, because it neverhad been cuddled before. The baby died yesterday and we childrencried very hard, it all seemed so sad, and wewanted her as a playmate. I think it is avery beautiful thing to have a mother whois a mother to all little forlorn babies, be-cause she loves her own babies so dearly. v^s CHAPTER III. The Village on the Willo^vPattern Plate |Y mother has been away from uschildren three whole days and Ithas seemed very funny and, ofcourse, a little exciting. She isback now though, and how we did kiss andhug her; we just jumped up and down forsheer joy and we talked so fast we couldnthear ourselves think. Very soon motherhad to say, All good children should be inbed, but it was a pretty long time beforewe cuddled down and she blew out the can-dle ; with several last kisses all around. The next day I heard her tell the grownpeople all about her trip, so I am going totell you as nearly as I can remember; itwont be as good, for mother tells thingsbetter than any one else in the world. In the first place,—not, once upon a time,—now is Chinese New Year. In Chinathat means Christmas, birthdays. NewYears, Decoration Day and Fourth of Julyall rolled into one. Sometimes they cele- brate for nearly three weeks; the mission-aries get a little bit tired of it, for all regula
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