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vvith bronchitis and I can’t leave him a single
minute; and my son John, you know hini, is
out there at Stony Point with his ship, and is
going to sail away this very evening, and he
sails to China to be gone two years,—and I
want so much to say good-bye to him—two
whole years—to China—but I can’t leave that
poor sick baby in there, for he chokes if some
one doesn’t lift him up when the coughing
spells come 011—oh, there lie’s coughing
again! ”
Mother Brita hurried in, and all four of us
after her. A tiny baby lay there in a cradle,
and Mother Brita lifted him and held him up
while the coughing spell lasted. He coughed
so hard that he got quite blue in the face.
“ O dear! You see how it is! Now he’ll go
away—my son John—this very evening, and I
may never see him again in this world,
uh-huh-huh! ”
Poor Mother Brita! It seemed a sin and a
sliame that she should not at least see her son
to bid him good-bye.
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