I. Mother Carey Herself

"By and by there came along a flock of petrels, who are Mother Carey‘s own chickens.... They flitted along like a flock of swallows, hopping and skipping from wave to wave, lifting their little feet behind them so daintily that Tom fell in love with them at once."

Nancy stopped reading and laid down the copy of "Water Babies" on the sitting-room table. "No more just now, Peter-bird," she said； "I hear mother coming."

It was a cold, dreary day in late October, with an east wind and a chill of early winter in the air. The cab stood in front of Captain Carey‘s house, with a trunk beside the driver and a general air of expectancy on the part of neighbors at the opposite windows.

Mrs. Carey came down the front stairway followed by Gilbert and Kathleen； Gilbert with his mother‘s small bag and travelling cloak, Kathleen with her umbrella； while little Peter flew to the foot of the stairs with a small box of sandwiches pressed to his bosom

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