Childie

Now, don't cry about it, childie!" as a big tear splashed down Ingred's dress.

"And now, childie, about your praying.

Oh, my childie," said Uncle Jo, "how wrong this has been in me!

"Well now, childie," said Jocunda, "you can sit here and weave your garlands, while I go and look after the conserves of raisins and citrons that Sister Cattarina is making.