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Sometimes they stay to rest beside the little pool near the copse where the ferns grow thickest, and they long and long, with a longing that is greater than words can say, to see their own dear mother again, just once again, to tell her that they'll be good for evermore just once again. IL] THE NEW MOTHER. 47 And still the new mother stays in the little cottage, but the windows are closed and the doors are shut, and no one knows what the inside looks like. SOMETIMES THEY STAY TO REST BESIDE THE LITTLE POOL NEAR THE COPSE AND THEY LONG AND LONG WITH A LONGING THAT IS GREATER THAN WORDS CAN SAY TO SEE THEIR OWN DEAR MOTHER AGAIN JUST ONCE AGAIN TO TELL HER THAT THEY'LL BE GOOD FOR EVERMORE JUST ONCE AGAIN AND STILL THE NEW MOTHER STAYS IN THE LITTLE COTTAGE BUT THE WINDOWS ARE CLOSED AND THE DOORS ARE SHUT AND NO ONE KNOWS WHAT THE INSIDE LOOKS LIKE
with my tail." 46 ANYHOW STORIES. [STORY For one terrible moment all was still, but in it the children could almost hear her lift up her tail, and then, with a fearful blow, the little painted door was cracked and splintered. With a shriek the children darted from the spot and fled through the cottage, and out at the back door into the forest beyond. All night long they stayed in the darkness and the cold, and all the next day and the next, and all through the cold, dreary days and the long dark nights that followed. They are there still, my children. All through the long weeks and months have they been there, with only green rushes for their pillows and only the brown dead leaves to cover them, feeding on the wild strawberries in the summer, or on the nuts when they hang green ; on the blackberries when they are no longer sour in the autumn, and in the winter on the little red berries that ripen in the snow. They wander about among the tall dark firs or beneath the great trees beyond. E AND THEN SAY TO HERSELF I MUST BREAK THE DOOR OPEN WITH MY TAIL FOR ONE TERRIBLE MOMENT ALL WAS STILL BUT IN IT THE CHILDREN COULD ALMOST HEAR HER LIFT UP HER TAIL AND THEN WITH A FEARFUL BLOW THE LITTLE PAINTED DOOR CRACKED AND SPLINTERED WITH A SHRIEK THE CHILDREN DARTED FROM THE SPOT AND FLED THROUGH THE COTTAGE AND OUT AT THE BACK DOOR INTO THE FOREST BEYOND ALL NIGHT LONG THEY STAYED IN THE DARKNESS AND THE COLD AND ALL THE NEXT DAY AND THE NEXT AND ALL THROUGH THE COLD DREARY DAYS AND THE LONG DARK NIGHTS THAT FOLLOWED THEY ARE THERE STILL MY CHILDREN ALL THROUGH THE LONG WEEKS AND MONTHS THEY HAVE BEEN THERE WITH ONLY GREEN RUSHES FOR THEIR PILLOWS AND ONLY THE BROWN DEAD LEAVES TO COVER THEM FEEDING ON THE WILD STRAWBERRIES IN THE SUMMER OR ON THE NUTS WHEN THEY HANG GREEN ON THE BLACKBERRIES WHEN THEY ARE NO LONGER SOUR IN THE AUTUMN AND IN THE WINTER ON THE LITTLE RED BERRIES THAT RIPEN IN THE SNOW THEY WANDER ABOUT AMONG THE TALL DARK FIRS OR BENEATH THE GREAT TREES BEYOND
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