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Shading her hands, she studied the group at the water's edge. Honey-Boy and Peterkin were digging wells in the sand. Junior making futile imitative movements, followed close at their heels. Near the group of women, Honey-Bunch crept across the mat of pine-needles, chasing an elusive sunbeam. "No, she's not there."
At the water's edge four children were playing. Honey-Boy had waded out waist-deep. A sturdy, dark, strong-bodied, tiny replica of his father, he stood in an exact reproduction of one of Honey's poses, his arms folded over his little pouter-pigeon chest, lips pursed, brows frowning, dimples inhibited, gazing into the water. Just beyond, one foot on the bottom, Peterkin pretended to swim.
"This one" proved to be a bundle lying on the pine-needles at her side. The bundle stirred and emitted a querulous protest. She picked it up and it proved to be a baby, just such another sturdy little dark creature as Honey-Boy must have been. "Your mother wouldn't exchange you for a million girls now," Lulu addressed him fondly. "I pray every night, though, that the next one will be a girl."
Idle men! Idle women! And as I wondered what we should do next, Nature took the matter in her hands. She gave all you women work to do." Julia paused. Her still gray eyes fixed on faraway things. "Honey-Boy was born, then Peterkin, then Angela, then Honey-Bunch. And suddenly everything was right again.
She tried to balance, but she swayed and fell. "No matter, darling!" Peachy called cheerily, "Try again!" Angela heroically pulled herself up. She made a few uncertain steps, but she stumbled with every move. Honey-Boy and Peterkin came running up to her side; Junior, grinning happily, waddled behind a long way in the rear. "Angela's trying to walk!" the boys cried. "Angela's trying to walk!"
"Don't ever marry him, Julia," Chiquita warned. "Keep your life a perpetual wooing." "Marry him to-morrow, Julia," Lulu advised. "Oh, I cannot think what my life would have been without Honey-Boy and Honey-Bunch." "I shall marry Billy sometime," Julia said. "But I don't know when. When that little inner voice stops saying, 'Wait!"
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