S. C. And you got kindling, and took care of the baby, and washed dishes for mother?
Boy. ’Course.
S. C. And didn’t that make it easier for her than if she had a pretty woodbox?
Boy (slowly). I guess so. Yes—sure.
S. C. And doesn’t little Sis enjoy having long rides on your sled better than to have a sled of her own to go alone on?
Boy. I’m not so sure about that.
S. C. I am. And didn’t little Bob like the snow man it took you so long to make for him better than the little boat? And didn’t dear old Grandma care more for the yarn you wound, and the needles you picked up, and the fires you built, and the errands you did, and—
Boy (squirming). Aw. Hold on. Those are such little things.
S. C. True enough, and each of them took some of your time, and kept you from making the photograph frame; and each of them made her lonely day a little easier, didn’t it?