increased our gratitude for it. How it has consecrated Babyhood and Maternity!
Two infants, grown to man's estate, govern the civilized world to-day, Christ
I am still thankful to be here in the flesh, as they were once, and oh!
that I may never pass where they are not!”
The winter of 1909-10 was a severe one, and she was more or less housed; yet the days were full and bright for her. “Life,” she cried one day, “is like a cup of tea; all the sugar is at the bottom!”
and again, “Oh!
I must go so soon, and I am only just ready to go to college!”
When it was too cold for her to go out, she took her walk in the house, with the windows open, pacing resolutely up and down her room and the room opposite.
She sat long hours at her desk, in patient toil.
She was always picking up dropped stitches, trying to keep every promise, answer every note.
“Went through waste-paper basket, redeeming some bits torn to fragments, which either should be answered or recorded.
Wrote an autograph for Mr. Blank
It was asked for in 1905.
Had been put away
She got too tired that morning, and could not fully enjoy the Authors' Club in the afternoon.
and I sat like two superannuated old idols.
Each of us said a little say when the business was finished.”
It is not recalled that they presented any such appearance to others.
She went to the opera, a mingled pleasure and pain.