The fat baby, that she carried in the hood of her reindeer suit, crowed over her shoulder at the piece of paper, and Anvik forgot to be angry.

He put his pencil in his mother's hand.

She looked curiously at the strange new thing.
"You make A, too, mother," urged the boy; and, putting his hand on his mother's, he tried to show her how to make the strange marks.
His mother did little more than touch the paper with the pencil.

She smiled at the tiny dark line she had made, and gave back the pencil and paper to the boy.

She was proud of him, proud that the strange white man should have thought her boy good enough to give him such queer things.