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"Mother Carey," he explained to them, came from the Latin _mater cara_, this being not only his personal conviction, but one that had the backing of Brewer's "Dictionary of Phrase and Fable." "The French call them _Les Oiseaux de Notre Dame_. That means 'The Birds of our Lady,' Kitty, and they are the sailors' friends. Mother Carey sends them to warn seafarers of approaching storms and bids them go out all over the seas to show the good birds the way home. MOTHER CAREY HE EXPLAINED TO THEM CAME FROM THE LATIN MATTERKARA THIS BEING NOT ONLY HIS PERSONAL CONVICTION BUT ONE THAT HAD THE BACKING OF BREWER'S DICTIONARY OF PHRASE AND FABLE THE FRENCH CALL THEM LA OUAZOU DE NOTRE DANT THIS MEANS THE BIRDS OF OUR LADY KITTY AND THEY ARE THE SAILOR'S FRIENDS MOTHER CAREY SENDS THEM TO WARN SEAFARERS OF APPROACHING STORMS AND BIDS THEM GO OUT ALL OVER THE SEAS TO SHOW THE GOOD BIRDS THE WAY HOME
ing truly and beautifully you must generally go to a poet. Mrs. Carey held Peter, then a crowing baby, in her lap. Gilbert was tickling Peter's chin with a buttercup, Nancy was putting a wreath of leaves on her mother's hair, and Kathleen was swinging from an apple-tree bough, her yellow curls flying. "Might I inquire what you think of that?" asked the father. "Well," the Admiral said, "mothers and children make a pretty good picture at any time, but I should say this one couldn't be 'beat.' Two for the Navy, eh?" "All four for the Navy, perhaps," laughed the young man. "Nancy has already chosen a Rear-Admiral and Kathleen a Commodore; they are modest little girls!" "They do you credit, Peter!" "I hope I've given them something,--I've tried hard enough, but they are mostly the work of the lady in the chair. Come on and say how d'ye do." Before many Saturdays the Admiral's lap had superseded all other places as a gathering ground for the little Careys, whom he called the stormy petrels. THE ADMIRAL SAW AND IF YOU WANT TO SEE ANYTHING TRULY AND BEAUTIFULLY YOU MUST GENERALLY GO TO A POET MISSUS CAREY HELD PETER THEN A CROWING BABY IN HER LAP GILBERT WAS TICKLING PETER'S CHIN WITH A BUTTERCUP NANCY WAS PUTTING A WREATH OF LEAVES ON HER MOTHER'S HAIR AND KATHLEEN WAS SWINGING FROM AN APPLE TREE BOUGH HER YELLOW CURLS FLYING MIGHT I INQUIRE WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ASKED THE FATHER WELL THE ADMIRAL SAID MOTHERS AND CHILDREN MAKE A PRETTY GOOD PICTURE AT ANY TIME BUT I SHOULD SAY THIS ONE COULDN'T BE BEAT TWO FOR THE NAVY EH ALL FOUR FOR THE NAVY PERHAPS LAUGHED THE YOUNG MAN NANCY HAS ALREADY CHOSEN A REAL ADMIRAL AND KATHLEEN A COMMODORE THEY ARE MODEST LITTLE GIRLS THEY DO YOU CREDIT PETER I HOPE I'VE GIVEN THEM SOMETHING I'VE TRIED HARD ENOUGH BUT THEY'RE MOSTLY THE WORK OF THE LADY IN THE CHAIR COME ON AND SAY HOW'D YOU DO BEFORE MANY SATURDAYS THE ADMIRAL'S LAP HAD SUPERSEDED ALL OTHER PLACES AS A GATHERING GROUND FOR THE LITTLE CAREYS WHOM HE CALLED THE STORMY PETRELS
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