But she kep' right on (poor creeter! I spoze them disappintments wuz the cause on't), and sez:
"You won't be Grandma's baby any more; she has got somebody else to love now."
And then the cloud did burst into a rainfall of tears. Delight jest burst out a-cryin' and snuggled down in my arms and laid her wet cheeks on my bosom through the power of old custom, and anon (how much like human creeters accordin' to her size) she drew her head away agin as if sayin', "I can't lay my head there any more; if the love has gone out of the heart it won't rest or comfort me any more to lay there."
And pride woke up in her; she wuz too proud to make a fuss or beg for love (how much, how much like big children), so she set up kinder straight on my lap with her pretty lips quiverin' and the tears runnin' silent down her cheeks, and I riz right up with her and went out of the room.
Josiah wuz there, and I wouldn't bring Miss Worden to terms before a male, owin' to the five or seven things mentioned by me; but I felt that I must make it right with Delight that very minute. I knew how she felt, woonded pride and love and jealousy, a few hard syllables of the hardest lessons of life had come to Delight, and I must help her spell 'em, I must help her with her lesson.
So I took her into the parlor and sot down with her in the big chair and never said a word for a minute or two, only held her clost to me and kissed the shinin' hair that lay up aginst my cheeks, she strugglin' at first, Jealousy and Pride naggin' her, and at first not bein' able to hear any voices only jest them of J. and P. (jest like older children exactly). But, after a while, I held her so warm
