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"
Poor
little
man
,
he
’
s
worn
out
with
sleep
and
crying
.
I
’
ll
cover
him
up
,
and
then
go
and
set
Meg
’
s
heart
at
rest
,
"
thought
John
,
creeping
to
the
bedside
,
hoping
to
find
his
rebellious
heir
asleep
.
But
he
wasn
’
t
,
for
the
moment
his
father
peeped
at
him
,
Demi
’
s
eyes
opened
,
his
little
chin
began
to
quiver
,
and
he
put
up
his
arms
,
saying
with
a
penitent
hiccough
,
"
Me
’
s
dood
,
now
.
"
Sitting
on
the
stairs
outside
Meg
wondered
at
the
long
silence
which
followed
the
uproar
,
and
after
imagining
all
sorts
of
impossible
accidents
,
she
slipped
into
the
room
to
set
her
fears
at
rest
.
Demi
lay
fast
asleep
,
not
in
his
usual
spreadeagle
attitude
,
but
in
a
subdued
bunch
,
cuddled
close
in
the
circle
of
his
father
’
s
arm
and
holding
his
father
’
s
finger
,
as
if
he
felt
that
justice
was
tempered
with
mercy
,
and
had
gone
to
sleep
a
sadder
and
wiser
baby
.
So
held
,
John
had
waited
with
a
womanly
patience
till
the
little
hand
relaxed
its
hold
,
and
while
waiting
had
fallen
asleep
,
more
tired
by
that
tussle
with
his
son
than
with
his
whole
day
’
s
work
.
As
Meg
stood
watching
the
two
faces
on
the
pillow
,
she
smiled
to
herself
,
and
then
slipped
away
again
,
saying
in
a
satisfied
tone
,
"
I
never
need
fear
that
John
will
be
too
harsh
with
my
babies
.
He
does
know
how
to
manage
them
,
and
will
be
a
great
help
,
for
Demi
is
getting
too
much
for
me
.
"
When
John
came
down
at
last
,
expecting
to
find
a
pensive
or
reproachful
wife
,
he
was
agreeably
surprised
to
find
Meg
placidly
trimming
a
bonnet
,
and
to
be
greeted
with
the
request
to
read
something
about
the
election
,
if
he
was
not
too
tired
.
John
saw
in
a
minute
that
a
revolution
of
some
kind
was
going
on
,
but
wisely
asked
no
questions
,
knowing
that
Meg
was
such
a
transparent
little
person
,
she
couldn
’
t
keep
a
secret
to
save
her
life
,
and
therefore
the
clue
would
soon
appear
.
He
read
a
long
debate
with
the
most
amiable
readiness
and
then
explained
it
in
his
most
lucid
manner
,
while
Meg
tried
to
look
deeply
interested
,
to
ask
intelligent
questions
,
and
keep
her
thoughts
from
wandering
from
the
state
of
the
nation
to
the
state
of
her
bonnet
.
In
her
secret
soul
,
however
,
she
decided
that
politics
were
as
bad
as
mathematics
,
and
that
the
mission
of
politicians
seemed
to
be
calling
each
other
names
,
but
she
kept
these
feminine
ideas
to
herself
,
and
when
John
paused
,
shook
her
head
and
said
with
what
she
thought
diplomatic
ambiguity
,
"
Well
,
I
really
don
’
t
see
what
we
are
coming
to
.
"
John
laughed
,
and
watched
her
for
a
minute
,
as
she
poised
a
pretty
little
preparation
of
lace
and
flowers
on
her
hand
,
and
regarded
it
with
the
genuine
interest
which
his
harangue
had
failed
to
waken
.
"
She
is
trying
to
like
politics
for
my
sake
,
so
I
’
ll
try
and
like
millinery
for
hers
,
that
’
s
only
fair
,
"
thought
John
the
Just
,
adding
aloud
,
"
That
’
s
very
pretty
.
Is
it
what
you
call
a
breakfast
cap
?
"
"
My
dear
man
,
it
’
s
a
bonnet
!
My
very
best
go
-
to
-
concert
-
and
-
theater
bonnet
.
"
