She didn’t say much, but her look spoke volumes and volumes.
“TO KISS SNOW AND BOY GOOD-NIGHT.”
CHAPTER XIV.
THAT very night I went into Genieve’s room to kiss Snow and Boy good-night.
But both the darlin’s wuz fast asleep, Snow in her little white bed and Boy in his crib. Their faces looked like fresh roses aginst their white pillers, and I did kiss ’em both, but light, so as not to wake ’em up.
Sweet little creeters, I think my eyes on ’em.
Genieve, I see, when I went in wuz a readin’ some book, and as I looked closter at it I see it wuz the Bible. I see she wuz a readin’ about her favorite topick, the old prophets and their doin’s and their sayin’s.
And as I sot down a few minutes by the side of my sweet darlin’s she begun to talk to me about Daniel, and St. John, and some of the rest of them good, faithful old prophets.