“Now, mumsey,” cried Elsie the next day, running to her mother at the hour set aside for their baby-talks, “I know what comes next—it’s I, isn’t it?” “Yes, darling, it’s you. And it’s I, too. Isn’t that a beautiful thought, that you and I held the same relation to each other that the mother bird holds to the egg from which the birdies come! For once you were a tiny, tiny egg inside mamma just as it was with the birds.” “Oh-h!” gasped Elsie, gazing at her mother in bewilderment. She could not “Yes, darling,” Mrs. Edson went on, “every female human being has an ovary, just as every female flower has, and just as every female bird has; and, also like them, she has seeds or eggs in this ovary. And she has a great many of them. They have been growing within her ever since she was a baby, and when she is about twelve years old they begin to ripen, one at a time, and pass from the ovary into a nest that is all ready for them inside the female body. This nest we call the womb. At first, while she is so young, the womb is not strong enough to hold the egg while it grows, so the egg soon leaves its nest to come into the world and be lost, as so very many seeds of the plant are. As it Elsie sat with her eyes in breathless interest on her mother, so filled with wonder and speculation that she could not ask a single question. Mrs. Edson proceeded: “I must repeat dear, because it is so very important for you to remember, that every woman has an ovary which contains many seeds or eggs, just as the female flower has. These eggs, if left unfertilized, will pass from the body and never grow any more. But each one, if fertilized by the papa, as the bird’s eggs were, and as the flower seeds were, will stay in a little nook inside the mother’s body, where it will grow and grow until the time comes for it to burst forth into the world, following the same principle that the first cell followed in reproducing, and which all living things “Oh-h!” Elsie gasped again. “And that is how—how—I—came to be born, mamma!” “Yes, darlingest, it is the way in which every living person was born. There is not, and there cannot be, any other way. Each child is a part both of its father and mother. The egg in the mother would never grow into a baby unless it had first been fertilized by the father, who does so through his great love for the mamma, just as with the birds and animals, though his love is of a higher kind than that of the lower orders.” “And does the mother-woman warm the eggs as the bird in the nest does, mamma, while the papa-man brings her nice things to eat?” “Yes, dearie, only the mother-woman has the nest inside her body, as I have said, and she keeps the little one safe and warm there much longer than the bird sits on her nest. And think of all the years after the baby is born that she waits on and cares for it! There is no other love that equals in devotion that of the mother.” Elsie, without a word, her eyes swimming in tears, kissed her mother affectionately. She had realized a little more of what she owed to her. “Now,” said Mrs. Edson, “I must tell you how to care for this nest in which, by and by, when you have grown up Of course Elsie was not old enough to understand how this could be, so she said nothing, but sat looking earnestly at her mother as she went on: “In the first place, dear, you must know that the little baby’s nest, which we call the womb, is placed in the lower portion of the woman’s body, just above the ‘private parts’. Perhaps it is put there because it is the safest place for it in the whole body—for the eggs and “I have told you, dear, long ago how to keep the entrance clean. And now that you will soon begin to menstruate, as the passing out of the eggs is called, I shall have but little to add to what you already know, but I will repeat it from the beginning in order that you may have it all clear in your mind. “First, bathe the entrance every time you bathe the rest of your body, and at such other times as you may feel the need of doing so. Never neglect this. It may have evil consequences. Just keep it clean, and never touch it for any other purpose. And be careful to use only your own towels, for disease is easily communicated to these parts by cloths that are not clean, and you never can be too careful in this respect. It is plain enough, and easy enough to do, “Oh, yes, mamma, that is easy enough!” Elsie said quickly. “I could remember a lot more than that, I’m sure.” “It would have been so infinitely much better for so many poor sick creatures if they had known and remembered even that!” Mrs. Edson sighed, holding her little daughter closely, as if she would protect her from not only that harm but all others. “But,” she continued, “I must now tell you what you may be expecting to come to you before long, when it will be harder to keep the entrance clean than it has been so far, and when to keep it clean will be more necessary than ever. “Every twenty-eight days, dearie, beginning with you very soon now, there “I don’t know, mamma,” said Elsie hesitatingly. “There is a lot to it, but I’ll try.” “That is my dear little girl! To try is the next thing to doing. Only remember that when you don’t know what to do, and have tried, come to mamma. That is one great reason why mammas are—to help little girls who have tried.” Elsie kissed her mother warmly, and then sat looking dreamily out towards the woods. She had learned many strange things and was thinking them over. Suddenly she spoke, as if unconsciously, saying: “Out of what?” her mother asked. “Why, out of a bee trying to step on my nose!” said Elsie. (The End.) |