and clost, with my cheek layin' on the pretty head, the stiddy firm clasp and contact sort o' calmed her, and then anon she drew one little arm up around my neck, and anon the other one, and I looked down deep into her eyes, right into the little true soul, and that little true soul see the truth in mine. Words couldn't have convinced Delight so well as that look she had learnt to depend on. Love has a language that, though mebby it can't be exactly parsed and analyzed, yet it can be understood, entirely understood, and Delight see that I loved her. And then wuz the time the little creeter put up her lips and kissed me, and I sez sort o' low but very tender:
"Sweetheart, you know jest how much I love you, don't you?"
And she said, "Yes."
And then I kissed her several times in various places on her face, every one on 'em sweet places. And went on and talked dretful good to her about the new baby. I confided in her, told her all about how the little new soul had come onbeknown to itself into a great, strange world, how helpless it wuz, how weak, and how we must all help it and try to make it feel at home amongst us.
And I tried to explain it to her, that as she wuz here first she owed a courtesy to the newcomer, and that she must be ready and willin' to neighbor with her; I didn't use jest the words, but them wuz my idees.
I told her how blind the little creeter wuz, and Delight, if only out of politeness, must try to see for her, lead her straight over ways she knew nothin' about, and keep her from harmin' herself. How baby couldn't talk for herself at all now, and Delight must talk for her, good talk that the little one could learn of her bimeby. How she
