His eyelids fell; he was asleep.
We went a little farther, and there was another who had climbed up on the couch of a woman.
"Mother! mother!" he cried, kneeling over her, his face close to hers.
"-- She's so cold she can't speak," he said, looking up to us; "but I will soon make her warm!" He lay down, and pressing close to her, put his little arm over her.

In an instant he too was asleep, smiling an absolute content.
We came to a third Little One; it was Luva.

She stood on tiptoe, leaning over the edge of a couch.
"My own mother wouldn't have me," she said softly: "will you ?" Receiving no reply, she looked up at Eve.

The great mother lifted her to the couch, and she got at once under the snowy covering.
Each of the Little Ones had by this time, except three of the boys, found at least an unobjecting bedfellow, and lay still and white beside a still, white woman.

The little orphans had adopted mothers! One tiny girl had chosen a father to sleep with, and that was mine.