You'll find him rocking the cradle of Tippoo Wellington, my youngest son!
And Margaret would sit in the rocking while he cut the leaves and found the place.
To-night—to-night, he is rocking just the same, in silence, in loneliness.
If she wasn't feeding him, she was changing him; if she wasn't bathing him she was rocking him to sleep.
"Don't you say it, if you do think it," ...