“I rock thee deep, but hold thee near,
Baby dear, Baby dear, mine.
Nothing can harm thee, never fear!
Mother-love is so very queer,
Nothing can make thee but my dear
Baby—baby mine,”
sang Mary Frances, rocking Angie in her arms.
“My, I’m glad I got that child to sleep before my sewing lesson,” she said.
“I hope she’ll be quiet all through the afternoon. Every once in a while I’ve had to take her over to Lottie’s to stay. I’ve put myself under ob-li-ga-tion to Lottie, and I’ll have to make something for one of her children—oh, I wonder if I could give her some sewing lessons, the way I did Eleanor cooking lessons.
“How I wish Eleanor were here! I do miss her so!