We are varry proud of our
childer. The eldest is a boy and helps his father with the cows main
well. The second is a girl and stands by her mother--the rest are at
school, or just babies. It _is_ hard times, it is that, but God blesses
our crust and our cup, and we don't want. We be all well and healthy,
too."
"I wonder you are not broken down with bearing so many children."
"Nay, not I! Every fresh baby gives me fresh youth and health--if I do
it justice. Don't you find it so, ma'am?"
"No."
"How many hev you hed?"
"One. A little girl."
"Eh, but that's a shame! What does your good man say?"
"He would like more."
"I should think he _would_ like more. And it is only fair and square he
should _hev_ more! Poor fellow!"
"I do not think so."
"Whatever is the matter with thee?"
"I think it is a shame and a great wrong for a woman to spend her life
in bearing and rearing children."
"To bear and to rear children for His glory is exactly and perfectly
what God sent her into the world to do.
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