He stood on my lap and mauled my face, and pulled my hair, and hugged me with his stout little arms and kissed me big, soft, wet kisses, and something sprang to life in my heart that never before had been there.

I just cried all over him and held him fast, and I couldn't give him up when she came back.

I saw why I'd wanted a big doll all my life, right then; and oh, dear! the doll you sent was beautiful, but, David, did you ever hold a little, living child in your arms like that ?" "I never did," said the Harvester huskily.
He looked at her face and saw the tears rolling, but he could say no more, so he leaned his head against her knee, and finding one of her hands he drew it to his lips.
"It is wonderful," said the Girl softly.

"It awakens something in your heart that makes it all soft and tender, and you feel an awful responsibility, too.

Grandmother had them telephone at last, and May helped me bathe my face and fix my hat.