right under the rosy snow and the dimple; and I foreboded, too, and
couldn't blame Cicely a mite for her forebodin', and her agony of sole.

I noticed them lips and that chin the very minute Josiah brought him into
the settin'-room, and set him down; and my eyes looked dubersome at him
through my specks. Cicely see it, see that dubersome look, though I tried
to turn it off by kissin' him jest as hearty as I could after I had took
the little black-robed figure of his mother, and hugged her close to my
heart, and kissed her time and time agin.

She always dressed in the deepest of mournin', and always would. I knew
that.

Wall, we wus awful glad to see Cicely. I had had the old fireplace fixed
in the front spare room, and a crib put in there for the boy; and I went
right up to her room with her. And when we had got there, I took her right
in my arms agin, as I used to, and told her how glad I wus, and how
thankful I wus, to have her and the boy with us.

The fire sparkled up on the old brass handirons as warm as my welcome. Her
bed and the boy's bed looked white and cozy aginst the dark red of the
carpet and the cream-colored paper. And after I had lowered the pretty
ruffled muslin curtains (with red ones under 'em), and pulled a stand
forward, and lit a lamp,--it wus sundown,--the room looked cheerful enough
for anybody, and it seemed as if Cicely looked a little less white and
brokenhearted. She wus glad to be with me, and said she wuz. But right
there--before supper; and we could smell the roast chicken and coffee,
havin' left the stair-door open--right there, before we had visited hardly
any, or talked a mite about other wimmen, she begun on what she wanted to
do, and what she _must_ do, for the boy.