_ TO THE SAD-EYED MOTHERS,
       WHO, LIKE CICELY,
       ARE LOOKING ACROSS THE CRADLE OF THEIR
       BOYS INTO THE GREAT WORLD OF
       TEMPTATION AND DANGER,
       This Book is Dedicated.
        
       PREFACE.
       Josiah and me got to talkin' it over. He said it wuzn't right to think more of one child than you did of another.
       And I says, "That is so, Josiah."
       And he says, "Then, why did you say yesterday, that you loved sweet Cicely better than any of the rest of your thought-children? You said you loved 'em all, and was kinder sorry for the hull on 'em, but you loved her the best: what made you say it?"
       Says I, "I said it, to tell the truth."
       "Wall, what did you do it _for_?" he kep' on, determined to get a reason.
       "I did it," says I, a comin' out still plainer,--"I did it to keep from lyin'."
       "Wall, when you say it hain't right to feel so, what makes you?"
       "I don't know, Josiah," says I, lookin' at him, and beyend him, way into the depths of emotions and feelin's we can't understand nor help,--
       "I don't know why, but I know I do."
       And he drawed on his boots, and went out to the barn.
       CONTENTS _

Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14