“Baby Lake, a Beautiful Little Pond”
Sometimes she was taken to Baby Lake, a beautiful little pond that lay in the valley, a few hundred yards back of the house, and from which a murmuring brook ran through moss and over rocks, down to the head of the bay.
And during her sun baths she must have absorbed the bright summer sunlight, for never was there a happier, sunnier-tempered, more smiling baby than she.
“Ah-ni-ghi´-to and her Mother”
At last, one day late in August, the same big black ship which had brought AH-NI-GHI´-TO’S father and mother to the Snowland, came up the bay, forcing her way through the ice and throwing it in every direction, just the way a snow-plough drives through a big drift, and stopped just in front of the house.
“The Ship steamed away”
Then AH-NI-GHI´-TO and her mother took “Bill” and some of the puppies on board the ship, and it steamed away south again, to bring AH-NI-GHI´-TO to her grandmothers and aunt, who had never seen her.