Then one night she saw her boy! It
was in a city, and she knew who he was, though he didn't know her. Oh,
how she wanted to put her arms around him, and kiss him."
"Why didn't she do it?" Rod asked. "What stopped her?"
"She was afraid that he wouldn't love her as a boy should love his
mother. So she made up her mind that she would win his love first, and
when she was certain, then she would tell him who she was."
"And did she?"
"Not for some time. You see, she went under a name different from her
real one. She saw her husband's father and mother, and became well
acquainted with them. But she did not tell them who she was, as she
wanted them to love her too. Then, there was something else which kept
her from telling people who she really was. She made her living----"
Here she paused, as if uncertain how to proceed.
"How?" Rod enquired.
"By going on the stage."
"Oh, she was an actress, then," the boy exclaimed. "I have read about
such people."
"No, not exactly that. But she sang on the stage."
"Oh!"
"What's the matter, dear?" the woman enquired.
"Nothing much. Only something funny came into my mind. That's all."
"Yes, she sang in public," the story-teller continued, "and she had
made an agreement to sing for three years.
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