I never drawed a check on her account without feelin' 't I was doin' somethin' for my little boy.
"The's a good many diff'rent sorts an' kinds o' sorro'," he said, after a moment, "that's in some ways kind o' kin to each other, but I guess losin' a child 's a specie by itself.

Of course I passed the achin', smartin' point years ago, but it's somethin' you can't fergit--that is, you can't help feelin' about it, because it ain't only what the child _was_ to you, but what you keep thinkin' he'd 'a' ben growin' more an' more to _be_ to you.

When I lost my little boy I didn't only lose him as he was, but I ben losin' him over an' agin all these years.

What he'd 'a' ben when he was _so_ old; an' what when he'd got to be a big boy; an' what he'd 'a' ben when he went mebbe to collidge; an' what he'd 'a' ben afterward, an' up to _now_.

Of course the times when a man stuffs his face down into the pillers nights, passes, after a while; but while the's some sorro's that the happenin' o' things helps ye to fergit, I guess the's some that the happenin' o' things keeps ye rememberin', an' losin' a child 's one on 'em.".