My little Jane is the sweetest thing. She doesn't even cry but that could be that I don't ever set her down. I just rock her and hold her close. I feel like she needs me more than my other babies did, like she's going to see hard times. My heart breaks to think of it. Dan says she'll be fine but I don't know. Thusy wants to hold her but I can't hardly let go of her. John wants to kiss her on the forehead. Them being so close in age might make them close. Maybe John will try and protect her when they are older.
The air is so hot I can't breathe any too well. I'm thankful my sister is staying a few days more. I'm dreading her leaving yet I know she will. She has her own things to worry with. I didn't have no help with my other babies, didn't expect it or even think of it. Nobody gets help. It seems to me Nancy was meant to come so I could rock my little Jane. Things is meant to be. I'm already deciding I'm going to rock her ever chance I get even if I don't get things done up.
Dan's been busy these days. He says lots of babies are coming and lots of folks sick. I pray he don't bring sickness here. I couldn't abide it if I lost little Jane.
Jane has deep eyes, dark, not blue like John and Thusy. Sometimes when she looks at me I think she knows what I am thinking about her, like she doesn't want me to worry. Even Dan wonders about her eyes. He finally did pick her up. But he seems strange about her. He asked me what I did with that caul. I just let him know that it was put up. He didn't ask no more. I take it out and look at it, along with mine. I don't get much comfort from it.
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