He wanted his
"Wawa," and no one else. It was really pathetic to see how the little
fellow clung to her, hiding his pretty wet eyes in her neck, and
lovingly patting her shoulder, as he crooned his wordless reproaches in
her ear, and Mrs. Hoffstott, looking on, thought this must indeed be a
good sister to win such hearty affection, and felt her own motherly
heart warm to the forlorn little orphaned brood. But, as Sara climbed
the steep staircase, with the child clasped close, and opened the door
of their little snuggery above, her heart was full. How had the loving
Father cared for his children! Here she was, a princess indeed, in her
own domain, surrounded by her loving subjects; and when she shut the
door she seemed to shut out sorrow and care, for here all was peace.
How they enjoyed the nice hot supper, and the visit afterward, baby in
Sara's lap, warming his pink toes before the bit of a blaze, which these
chill nights of early spring demanded! Then, when the little fellow was
in bed, out came the books, and all was still, as Molly hunted out lakes
and rivers, Morton puzzled over fractions, and Sara revelled in Owen,
ready at any moment to give her help to the younger ones.
Perhaps some dainty miss of eighteen, enjoying her first winter in
"society," and counting up her bouquets and admirers after last night's
party, might think it too tame an existence; but to Sara, reared amid
toil, privation, and loneliness, it was a veritable bit of Eden.
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