Then the Father took the Baby in his arms and placed his tiny
foot on Take's neck.

"That means that you must always do what he wants you to," he
said.

"I will," said little Take. The Mother smiled at Take as she
knelt on the floor with the Baby's foot on her neck.

Then she turned her face the other way on her little wooden
pillow and sighed--just a very gentle little sigh, that nobody
heard at all.


MORNING IN THE LITTLE HOUSE

MORNING IN THE LITTLE HOUSE

One morning when Bot'Chan was just one month old, his big
brother Taro woke up very early. The birds woke him. They were
singing in the garden. "See, see, see," they sang. "Morning is
here! Morning is here!" Taro heard them in his sleep. He turned
over. Then he stretched his arms and legs and sat up in bed,
rubbing his eyes.

The candle in the tall paper lamp beside his bed had burned
almost out, but it was light enough so he could see that Take,
in her bed across the room, was still asleep, with her head on
her little cushion.