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The Doll Lady stopped to tuck a darling baby into its crib.
"Well, if that was the beginning of fairies, I wonder if this wasn't the beginning of babies: perhaps when the first sunbeam burst forth from the big round sun, it broke into a million pieces, scattering its tiny beams far and wide, and behold, every speck was a baby! It must be so, for every baby is like a ray of sunshine in the home.
"Do you know the verses about Baby's Skies? Listen!
"'Baby's skies are mama's eyes;
Mama's eyes and smile together
Make the baby's pleasant weather.
Mama keep your eyes from tears;
Keep your heart from foolish fears;
Keep your lips from dull complaining,
Lest the baby think it's raining!'
