Possibly Gran thought perpetual motion would help
toelude deaths grip on the oiled child. She raised her zinc helmet to findherself
circled by his arms. I will plant sweet peas to climb on the fence, she said
happily.
Vancouver had just built herself a fine Art
Gallery.
Merciful night came down and hid the scanties and
the rest.
But then hedid not have to run a House of All
Sorts. I stuck itback into my pocket-did not deign an answer. The yellow-haired boy
crawled among the legsof furniture and bumped on bric-a-brac.
When my fullprice was on the table I put my hand in
my pocket, handed him thekey. A man was ejected,thudding on each step, finally lying
in a huddle on the cementwalk. Next morning Petrie swaggered up to my flat, asked to
use mytelephone.
The child was tucked into his mothers
darning-basketwhich was placed on the dining table. I put flowers on the table, fine
linen; I wrotea little poem for each place.
People walked until they were tired,then went home
chilled.
She was scarcely gone before shewas back. I
shallkeep every bit; I expect to entertain members of the Choral SocietyI belong
to.
The other tenants have beenkindly and
patient.
Victorias smart set said Beacon Hill was out of the
way.
Possibly Gran thought perpetual motion would help
toelude deaths grip on the oiled child. As the children grew older they got bored by
Mothers poems and byhunger.
I trembled, wondering what I was going to say to
him. There they dangled,out of the way till wanted, when they were lowered to the
floor.
Between this glass-and-bristle forest and the great
northlight the space was particularly my own. It was like drawing teeth to part with
it. The kitchen had standing room only in front of the cook stove andat the
sink.
Pillcrest is visiting; she will doubtless
bereturning soon.
Slowly he fumbled withthe bill-roll, laid five ones
on the table beside the two tens.