Rare Earth
Benda in a rickety chair dozing and Enoch in her arms with his head against her bosom. Then softly she would sing a lullaby.
"Whut's a wood-fire, honey?
Place dat's filled with coze,
With a chair an' blanket.
Won'rous place to doze.
With ma Id honey
Here 'pon my knee
An' a kettle singin'
Lovin' songs to me.
Guess a wood-fire, honey,
Makes you hate to part,
'Cause o' every Id house
It really is the heart."
Before she had finished the last verse Enoch would be sleeping and a solemn hush would settle down over the house. Linda would sigh with contentment. Her life had not been fruitless. She had never been rich in material wealth but in the things that made life worth
living her holdings were incalculable. Exist-
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