He was half-an-hour behind time, and Jane did not like that lost half-hour, so he expected her usual little plaintive reproach, "You are late tonight, John." But she met him silently, slipped her hand into his and looked into his face with eyes tender with love and dim with sorrow.
"Did you see those little children from Metwold, John ?" "No, my dear.

Mother told me about them." "Your mother is a good woman, John.

I saw her today bathing babies that looked as if they had never been washed since they were born.

Oh, how they smiled lying in the warm water! And how tenderly she rubbed them and fed them and rocked them to sleep in her arms.

John, your mother would mother any miserable neglected child.