He was a dear little fellow, pink and white as an apple-blossom, with a Teddy bear hugged close in his arms.

One furry paw rested on his dimpled neck.

The bit of Uncle Remus song the nurse was singing had a soothing effect on him, but it fell dismally on Mary's ears: "Oh, don't stay long! Oh, don't stay late! My honey, my love.
Hit ain't so mighty fur ter de Good-bye Gate, My honey, my love!" "The Good-bye Gate!" she repeated to herself.

That was what they had come to now, she and Jack.

Not a little wicket through which one might push his way back some day, but a great barred thing that was clanging behind them irrevocably, shutting them away for ever from the fair road along which they had travelled so happily.