"Baby Philip—aged two."
Below this was a newspaper clipping pasted neatly on the card. He read the title curiously: "My Page," and then the lines. It seemed to have been put there as though the picture and the poem belonged together.
"Long years ago I held within my grasp
An open page—a fair, white, goodly page—
Whereon to write a life. I filled it full,—
With love and love's sweet ministries,—with home
And the dear homely cares which make most full
A woman's life—my husband's sheltering care,
And the soft prattle of a baby's voice.
And then, in very peace and restfulness,