he tears sprang to Mrs. Procter's eyes. She went quickly
to Daphne, and lifted the little girl.

"Sit down in a rocking chair with her," said Suzanna, "and hold her
close up to you. And then when she's cuddled down, look at her like you
do at our babies."

Mrs. Procter obeyed. Daphne nestled close. "Her father knows my father,
Mrs. Procter," said Suzanna.

Mrs. Procter looked up quickly at this new mode of address. Suzanna
explained.

"Daphne," she said, going close and looking down at the contented little
face, "I'm giving you a share in my mother while you're here today. I
give over the part I own in her to you, and I shall call her Mrs.
Procter whenever you visit us."

"But you can't give away even your part in your very own mother,"
protested Maizie.

"But I have done so, haven't I?"

"Does just saying so make a thing true?" Maizie asked.

"If you say so and live up to it," Suzanna returned.

"Well, anyway," said Maizie, "mother's not cuddling Daphne because she
wants to; only because she's sorry for her."

"What do you mean?" asked Mrs. Procter. "I like little Daphne, too, and
I'm glad she's come to visit us."

"But you know, mother," said Maizie, "you only find time to cuddle your
own babies. And you stop just as soon as they can walk around."

"Mrs. Procter cuddles all children in her heart," said Suzanna loyally.
"She'd wear her arms out if she cuddled all of us all the time."

Maizie didn't answer that. But when little Daphne finally left Mrs.
Procter's sheltering clasp and went away to play with the children,
Maizie still hovered about her mother.

"Mother," she said at last, "did you like to hold Daphne close up to
you?"

Now mothers are very wonderful beings, and with no further word from
Maizie, Mrs. Procter understood the child's unspoken wish. In a moment
Maizie was held close to her mother's breast, and was looking up into
her mother's tender eyes. And the mother was thinking. Was mother love
selfish then in its inclusion? Weren't there little ones outside
hungering for cuddling? How children went to the heart of things! She
thought suddenly and perhaps irrelevantly of her husband's invention
upon which he poured his heart's best treasures. And yet not once had he
ever mentioned the money which might be his did success attend it. Only
the good to others. His seemed a wide vision. She sighed. It was hard to
find strength enough, time enough to go outside one's home doing good.
"Well, a