h； oh the bliss； as the
infant grew stronger； of the two tiny hands clutching； catching
blindly yet passionately at her breast； of the tiny mouth
seeking her in blind； sure； vital knowledge； of the sudden
consummate peace as the little body sank； the mouth and throat
sucking； sucking； sucking； drinking life from her to make a new
life； almost sobbing with passionate joy of receiving its own
existence； the tiny hands clutching frantically as the nipple
was drawn back； not to be gainsaid。 This was enough for Anna。
She seemed to pass off into a kind of rapture of motherhood； her
rapture of motherhood was everything。
So that the father had the elder baby； the weaned child； the
golden…brown； wondering vivid eyes of the little Ursula were for
him； who had waited behind the mother till the need was for him。
The mother felt a sharp stab of jealousy。 But she was still more
absorbed in the tiny baby。 It was entirely hers； its need was
direct upon her。
So Ursula became the child of her father's heart。 She was the
little blossom； he was the sun。 He was patient； energetic；
inventive for her。 He taught her all the funny little things； he
filled her and roused her to her fullest tiny measure。 She
answered him with her extravagant infant's laughter and her call
of delight。
Now there were two babies； a woman came in to do the
housework。 Anna was wholly nurse。 Two babies were not too much
for her。 But she hated any form of work； now her children had
e； except the charge of them。
When Ursula toddled about； she was an absorbed； busy child；
always amusing herself； needing not much attention from ot