Your life has been so innocent it must be good that you should love and guard him." 'Twas sweet to see the wit she showed in giving to poor Anne the feeling that she shared her motherhood.

She shared her tenderest cares and duties with her.

Together they bathed and clad the child in the morning, this being their high festival, in which the nurses shared but in the performance of small duties.

Each day they played with him and laughed as women will at such dear times, kissing his grand round limbs, crying out at their growth, worshipping his little rosy feet, and smothering him with caresses.

And then they put him to sleep, Anne sitting close while his mother fed him from her breast until his small red mouth parted and slowly released her.
When he could toddle about and was beginning to say words, there was a morning when she bore him to Anne's tower that they might joy in him together, as was their way.