"Do you notice, Beth, how much plainer she talks?
She does not seem at all like the baby I left last spring.

Well, she'll soon be six years old,--a real little woman.

She'll be papa's little comfort." The ache in her throat was all gone after that.

She romped with Fritz all the time she was undressing.
Papa Jack was worse next morning.

It was hard for Lloyd to keep quiet when the late September sunshine was so gloriously yellow and the whole outdoors seemed so wide awake.
She tiptoed out of the darkened room where her father lay, and swung on the front gate until she saw the doctor riding up on his bay horse.