Judith loved housekeeping; she loved everything she had to do, she loved everything she was growing up to do; her mother she loved best of all.
She lived all day long in a very busy world; the pictures helped fill it.
“Now, mother, shut your eyes,” she began, gleefully.
“Now, mother, shut your eyes,” said Judith gleefully.
The eyes shut themselves, the restless hands held themselves still; there would not be many more weary days, but Judith did not know that.
Judith waited a moment until she could think.
“Mother, how do pictures come?”
“Bring me that paper Don brought last night; I saw something to show you, then forgot it.”
Her mother turned the leaves of the paper and indicated the paragraph with her finger. Judith read it aloud:—