I do so hope they'll leave
her in peace now. But of course we tell her it's all meant as a tribute."
"Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying moon and blow--
Blow him again to me,
While my little Joy, while my pretty Joy sleeps."
"Thing more about your little Joy! More about me."
The sleepy child cuddled closer and, as I continued to sing, I knew that
at least one person in the room understood that a creature so blessed as I
could never cry herself ill.
"Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the West--"
"Milly and I have tributes, too," laughed Ethel. "The _Trumpet_ says
we're just as charming girls as our wonderful cousin. And the
_Record_ prints snapshots at Joy and her nursemaid. Aren't newspapers
funny?"
"Some one of us should be running for office," said Uncle Timothy. "It
seems gratuitous to subject an unambitious private family to the treatment
expected by a candidate or a multi-millionaire. Yet I have seldom had
occasion to complain of the press. In its own perhaps headlong manner, it
pursues such matters as are of greatest public importance. A household, to
avoid its attentions, should be provided with good, plain, durable
countenances.
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