Myra came
often. So did Bland. So did Charlie Mills. Many evenings they were all
there together. As the weeks went winging by, Doris grew less certain
on her feet, more prone to spend her time sitting back in a deep arm
chair, and Myra began to play for them, to sing for them--to come to
the house in the day and help Doris with her work.
The snow began at last, drifting down out of a windless sky. Upon
that, with a sudden fear lest a great depth should fall, lest the
river should freeze and make exit difficult, Hollister took his wife
to town. This was about the middle of November. Some three weeks later
a son was born to them.
CHAPTER XV
When they came back to the Toba, Hollister brought in a woman to
relieve Doris of housework and help her take care of the baby,
although Doris was jealous of that privilege. She was a typical mother
in so far as she held the conviction that no one could attend so well
as herself the needs of that small, red-faced, lusty-lunged morsel of
humanity.
And as if some definite mark had been turned, the winter season closed
upon the valley in a gentle mood.
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