|Love for Elsie's Baby
||Afterwards we did start to go along the path. We went a little way. Then I did go aside. I went aside to the
house of Elsie
, to see the new baby. It was sleeping in its cradle that the husband of Elsie made out of a box. He put rockers on the box and Elsie put
in it. After the box did have rockers on it and soft feels in it, they did take the baby girl from the cradle and lay her in the bed. And now everyday, except the day she does go with her mother Elsie to visit her grandma, the baby does lay in the cradle. And Elsie does rock the cradle with her foot while she sews. She sings and sings. She sings "Rocka-by baby in the tree top; when the wind blows, the cradle will rock." And while she does sing, I have
that the little song-notes do dance about the cradle of the baby.
||Today I did stay quite a time long to look upon the face of the baby. I so do love babies. Every night I pray for the twins I want when I grow up. Some nights I pray that they may have blue eyes and golden hair. Other nights I pray for them to have brown eyes and brown hair.
tells me I better stop changing my prayers about so much, or the angels may bring to me when I grow up twins with streaked hair and
Center for Electronic Studying, University of Oregon.
February 6, 2003