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 Benda in a rickety chair dozing and Enoch in her arms with his head against her bosom. Then softly she would sing a lullaby.

Before she had finished the last verse Enoch would be sleeping and a solemn hush would settle down over the house. Linda would sigh with contentment. Her life had not been fruitless. She had never been rich in material wealth but in the things that made life worth living her holdings were incalculable.