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The Reign of Law; a tale of the Kentucky hemp fields by James Lane Allen
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"Miss Gabriella, will you have cream gravy--THIS MORNING?"

"No, thank you!"

The oldest boy cocked his eye sideways at his mother, openly
announcing that he had won a secret wager. The mother hastily
remarked:--

"I thought you might like a little for your breakfast."

The baby, noticing the stillness and trouble everywhere, and
feeling itself deeply wounded because perfectly innocent, burst
into frantic crying.

Gabriella could have outcried the baby! She resolved that if they
had it for dinner, she would take it though it were the dessert. A
moment later she did better. Lifting her plate in both hands, she
held it out, knife, fork, and all.

"I believe I'll change my mind. It looks SO tempting."

"I think you'll find it nice," remarked the housewife, conciliated,
but resentful. But every child now determined to watch and see what
else she didn't take. They watched in vain: she took everything. So
that in a few days they recovered their faith in her and resumed
their crawling. Gabriella had never herself realized how many
different routes and stations she had in her own body until it had
been thus travelled over: feet and ankles; knees; upper joints;
trunk line; eastern and western divisions; head terminal.

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