IT is too bad your head aches so, poor little
mother,” said Janet. “Now please let me be
mother to-day, and you lie still, for I know I can
do everything all right. First I will get father’s:
breakfast. There! baby is awake. Come here, precious, to.
sister.” :

Baby put out his hands to be taken, and Janet carried him
to the kitchen, where, in a high chair, he watched her bustling
about. . The fire was already made, father had done that, and
the kettle was singing merrily; it seemed cosey and warm
inside, for the ground was covered with snow, and Janet was.
gid she did not have to go to the wood-pile. She ground
the: coffee, set the table, and then went to work to fry some
potatoes and some ham and eggs. It was not easy to break

the eggs without getting them all over her fingers, but she
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