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"Are there ladies in Heaven that take care of babies?" asked Maizie interestedly, a new train of thoughts started. "You know there are, Maizie," said Suzanna, allowing no one else a chance to answer. "There are lots of little babies that go away, and do you s'pose they'd be called if they were going to be left hungry and cold? God has it all arranged.
"I can't think what has so changed Suzanna," she said at last; "I've disappointed her, I fear, about something or other. Dear me, what insight versatile children do demand in a mother. And Suzanna takes everything so very seriously. And Maizie stares at me too, with a little bewildered expression.
"You mustn't say anything, do you hear, Maizie? Promise me." Maizie solemnly promised. "Will the other one hold?" she asked then. Thus the little Job's Comforter gave Suzanna food for unpleasant questionings. Would, indeed, the other slipper hold? Then said Miss Massey: "We are going into the garden, Suzanna. Would you rather stay here till we return?"
He held up a small card. "Oh, daddy, where did you get it?" cried Maizie. "From Raymond Cunningham, leading druggist," he announced slowly. "His soda fountain was out of order and I fixed it for him. I didn't want money for a small act of kindness, so he issued this ticket to me." The children were delighted. Mrs. Procter smiled too.
He had learned to seek and always found the wistful look with which she regarded their callers' pretty gowns or heard tales of jolly dinners at the club. Once she said, "It wasn't like this when Maizie and I were together." She did not guess the barb she left quivering in his heart. Dick Holden was making no such heavy weather of it.
But I guess it must be time for us to go. I know you think so too, Mr. Eagle Man." She left Miss Massey's tender clasp, went to the baby, raised him, held him under her arm skilfully, the while his legs stuck out straight behind her. She spoke to Miss Massey: "If the Eagle Man's mad at you and he stays mad all night," she said, "you can come to our house and sleep in my bed with Maizie.
"Then He smiled! and He lifted the baby up and held it close, so He warmed it all through. And then He put it into its mother's arms and said, 'Well, I must be going. "And this is what I'm going to tell you, Maizie, that you were that little baby, and Jesus smiled at you to wake you up." Maizie did not speak. Her eyes were shining, her lips trembling. Her small soul was touched to its depths.
And then ordinary hours intruded and filled the small lives with their duties and their pleasures. Still shadowy, deeply hidden, the influence of the visionary father lay. Even small Maizie awoke to tiny dreams, her literalness for moments drowned out. At school, Maizie and Suzanna were perhaps the least extravagantly dressed little girls.
"Maybe you didn't see 'em at their best," replied the midget quietly. "I've never seen either of them, but I've had several descriptions from others and this Maizie shows possibilities." "Possibilities for what?" snorted Logan. "That woman is a she-devil that would commit murder to gain her ends. She wouldn't listen to a governor granting her a reprieve. And anyhow, what are her possibilities?"
Other games were suggested and played by the children, but Suzanna still sat in the big armchair, one long thin leg dangling, the other bent under her. She grew fertile in excuses when asked to join the others. She like to "watch," then she felt a little tired, until Miss Massey at last sensing that something was wrong did no more urging. Once little Maizie sought her sister.
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