Show THE POINT OF VIEW happy childhood saw joy where there was no joy poets have trilled the glories of pretty nearly everything but where la the bard who would venture to sing the joys of a moving job on a wet day and echo answers where mrs potts was not thinking aboudi poets she was too tired of wiping the steaming furniture aa it came from the vans to think about anything her darling healthy seven meals a day two pairs of knickerbockers a week and three summons tor breaking windows son was home from school mr potts was upstairs in the only room where a bed had been put up in the throes 0 influenza dusk was falling and the gas was not laid on wearied and wan she sank into the bath wherein the saucepans had been packed and bitterly thought of the morrow then came to her ear the sweet sad sound of breaking crockery and 0 falling books and her darling son ap preached her joy was in his eye jam and grime upon his cheek oh mother he cried I 1 do feel so happy don t you dari ing mrs potts smiled faintly who shall say that children do not lighten ones burdens london answers |