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Updated: June 9, 2025
You will be coming North for the hot season; I would gladly have you, your sweet wife and baby-boy spend it here with us; and to me it seems that there are few pleasanter places than this little home-nest of ours high up on the rocky banks of the grand old Hudson River.
The stillness of the summer morning reigned unbroken. A few more sucks, and then, sleepy and satisfied, the little head sank back on its cushion. Kläre laid the baby-boy in his perambulator.
Each day's march built up his muscle, and every night's deep sleep under the great high stars steadied his nerves and tightened his resolve. He thought of the young man his son with a mixture of pain and tenderness. But Paul was not the baby-boy he had put out of his arms with a father's smile at One Man station.
He became a good and faithful servant to his mistress, and especially loved to wait upon and play with "Baby-boy," a little nephew of hers of whom he was very fond. But you must not think Jack was always good.
And they both turned and looked at him; and mother ran and caught him up in her arms, just as if he were that baby-boy again that baby he had been yesterday. He wondered. Father looked at the brown bruise and the scuffed knuckles critically, while mother held him with her face against his hair. "Do you think he'll bother you any more, Bob?" father asked, just as if the whole story had been told.
There was a green door opening into this walled forecourt or garden, but the door was not fastened, so Ida pushed it open and went in. The baby-boy, now a sturdy vagabond of five years old, was digging an empty flower-bed.
To crown my sorrows, and complete my loneliness, the dear baby-boy, whom we had named after her father, Peter Robert Robson, was taken from me after one week's sickness, on the 20th March. Let those who have ever passed through any similar darkness as of midnight feel for me; as for all others, it would be more than vain to try to paint my sorrows!
He found there the Misses Pauline Preston and "Bobbie" St. Clair, of the personnel of the chorus of the Frivolities, entertaining a few friends of either sex. A pleasant time was being had by all, and at the moment of Mr. O'Neill's entry the entire strength of the company was rendering with considerable emphasis that touching ballad, "There's a Place For Me In Heaven, For My Baby-Boy Is There."
Leland said, with a pleased laugh; "I for one have never approved of mamma being called so by any one older than my baby-boy." Mrs. Travilla's attention was claimed by some one else at that moment, and Lester, taking Evelyn by the hand, led her up to Mr. and Mrs. Dinsmore. She was introduced to the others in turn, every one greeting her with the utmost kindness.
She had brought her baby-boy with her; he was just learning to toddle. A sob rose in Margaret's throat, as she saw the fair-haired child beside the tall young mother. Hadassah had greeted her with the conventional "How do you do?" Margaret answered it as conventionally. Hadassah lifted her boy up and held him out to Margaret. "This is my son," she said. "I know he wants to welcome you."
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