Mothers Can Forgive Anything!

I'm Tired Of Praise; And Love Is Very Sweet, When It Is Simple And Sincere Like This.

I Could Have Been A Great Many Things.

The Clocks Were Striking Midnight And The Rooms Were Very Still As A Figure Glided Quietly From Bed To Bed, Smoothing A Coverlid Here, Settling A Pillow There, And Pausing To Look Long And Tenderly At Each Unconscious Face, To Kiss Each With Lips That Mutely Blessed, And To Pray The Fervent Prayers Which Only Mothers Utter.

Mac Looked Up With The Oddest Of All His Odd Expressions

I Had A Pleasant Time With My Mind, For It Was Happy.