OUR MOTHER'S ROOM. 



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So I was quiet, and going into our mother's room — 

 where my one wee lassie had come to me five years 

 before — I just said, " My bairn has gone to your 

 bairns, mamma." 



Poor mother ! I think I felt more sorry for her than 

 for myself as she wailed, " bairn ! bairn ! " 



Before many months she had followed the child, 

 and our mother's room for ever lost that which had 

 made it the dearest, happiest place on earth. 



"MINNIE MERUAN.' 



