Mamma said, "There. That'll do. That'll do."

She climbed up on a chair and looked out of the window. She could see

Mamma's small beautiful nose bending over the tray of beads, and her

bright eyes that slid slantwise to look at her. And under the window she

saw the brown twigs of the lilac bush tipped with green.

Her happiness was sharp and still like the white light.

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