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Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers |
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“Where’s thy baby, Ruth?” said Rachel. “O, he’s coming; but thy Mary caught him as I came in, and ran off with him to the barn, to show him to the children.” At this moment, the door opened, and Mary, an honest, rosy, looking girl, with large, brown eyes, like her mother’s, came in with the baby. “Ah! ha!” said Rachel, coming up, and taking the great, white, fat fellow in her arms; “how good he looks, and how he does grow!” “To be sure he does,” said little, bustling Ruth, as she took the child, and be- gan taking off a little blue silk hood, and various layers and wrappers of outer gar- ments, and having given a twitch here, and a pull there, and variously adjusted and arranged him, and kissed him heartily, she set him on the floor to collect his thoughts. Baby seemed quite used to this mode of proceeding, for he put his thumb in his mouth (as if it were quite a thing of course), and seemed soon ab- sorbed in his own reflections, while the mother seated herself, and taking out a long stocking of mixed blue and white yarn, began to knit with briskness. “Mary, thee’d better fill the kettle, hadn’t thee?” gently suggested the mother. Mary took the kettle to the well, and soon reappearing, placed it over the stove, where it was soon purring and steaming, a sort of censer of hospitality and good cheer. The peaches, moreover, in obedience to a few gentle whispers from Rachel, were soon deposited, by the same hand, in a stew-pan over the fire. |
