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"I have just been reading a great book by Dr. Ernestus
Parker, on 'Motherhood.' It would be a great benefit to
both you and your husband."
"Och, ma'am," Mrs. Watson broke in, hastily, "John is no
hand for books and has always had his suspicions o' them
since his own mother's great-uncle William Mulcahey got
himself transported durin' life or good behaviour for
havin' one found on him no bigger'n an almanac, at the
time of the riots in Ireland. No, ma'am, John wouldn't
rade it at all at all, and he don't know one letther from
another, what's more."
"Then if you would read it and explain it to him, it
would be so helpful to you both, and so inspiring. It
deals so ably with the problems of child-training. You
must be puzzled many times in the training of so many
little minds, and Dr. Parker really does throw wonderful
light on all the problems that confront mothers. And I
am sure the mother of nine must have a great many
perplexities."
Yes, Mrs. Watson had a great many perplexities--how to
make trousers for four boys out of the one old pair the
minister's wife had given her; how to make the memory of
the rice-pudding they had on Sunday last all the week;
how to work all day and sew at night, and still be brave
and patient; how to make little Danny and Bugsey forget
they were cold and hungry. Yes, Mrs. Watson had her
problems; but they were not the kind that Dr. Ernestus
Parker had dealt with in his book on "Motherhood.
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