"One never knows how much HE understands, and he may remember, I thought.

Some day when he is a great boy, he may hear it and he'll think, 'My mother sang that hymn.

She must have been a good woman!'" "Nonsense, Lisa," said George kindly.

"You'll teach him every day, while he is growing to be a great boy, that you are a good woman." She said nothing, but stood on the other side of the crib looking at him.
"Well, what is it ?" said George uneasily.

"You look at me as if somebody were dragging you away from me." She laughed.