Hold still, Joe," and she brushed the hair on my back the wrong way, and showed Mrs.Montague how pink and free from dust my skin was.
Mrs.Montague looked at me more kindly, and even held out the tips of her fingers to me.

I did not lick them.

I only smelled them, and she drew her hand back again.
"You have never been brought in contact with the lower creation as I have," said Mrs.Morris; "just let me tell you, in a few words, what a help dumb animals have been to me in the up-bringing of my children my boys, especially.

When I was a young married woman, going about the slums of New York with my husband, I used to come home and look at my two babies as they lay in their little cots, and say to him, 'What are we going to do to keep these children from selfishness the curse of the world ?' "'Get them to do something for somebody outside themselves,' he always said.

And I have tried to act on that principle.