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And the love of a wife for "her man" is truly revealed in the last two stanzas of John-John. The neighbours' shame of me began When first I brought you in; To wed and keep a tinker man They thought a kind of sin; But now this three years since you're gone 'Tis pity me they do, And that I'd rather have, John-John, Than that they'd pity you. Pity for me and you, John-John, I could not bear.
Oh, you're my husband right enough, But what's the good of that? You know you never were the stuff To be the cottage cat, To watch the fire and hear me lock The door and put out Shep But there now, it is six o'clock And time for you to step. God bless and keep you far, John-John! And that's my prayer.
She was leaving Dorothy to Anthony so that Anthony might leave Michael and Nicholas to her. "You might just as well say," Frances said, "that I'm in love with John-John. Poor little Don-Don!" "I might," said Louie, "just as well." Grannie said she was sure she didn't understand what they were talking about and that Louie had some very queer ideas in her head.
You could no more bring back that unique loveliness of two years old, of five years old, of seven, than you could bring back the dead. Even John-John was not a baby any more; he spoke another language and had other feelings; he had no particular affection for his mother's knee. Frances knew that all this dying was to give place to a more wonderful and a stronger life.
Where's John-John? Peep-bo there he is! John-John, look at Auntie Edie. Oh, he won't pay any attention to poor me." Baby John was playing earnestly with Grannie's watch-chain. "You might leave the child alone," said Grannie. "Can't you see he doesn't want you?" Auntie Edie made a little pouting face, like a scolded, pathetic child. Nobody ever did want Auntie Edie.
"Oh, she says you're only rather nice," said Auntie Edie. "And you're the beautifullest, sweetest, darlingest that ever was. Wasn't she a nasty Auntie Louie? Ten little pink toes. And there he goes. Five little tootsies to each of his footsies." She hid herself behind the Times disturbing Jane. "Where's John-John?" she cried. "Where's he gone to? Can anybody tell me where to find John-John?
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