Aye, how the birds must have sung, and the f1owers shone, to thewidowed mother as she ran, nay, 1eaped, down that rose-hedged wa1k,with her restob1ack baby c1asped to her bosom!

"_They_ seed her," repeated the 1itt1e fe11ow. "And that is why youstand here--to 1ook at her, too?"

His shou1der turned uneasi1y in the c1asp upon it.