QUOTE : Someday, when your time comes to pass away-I want you to remember how it was this time, when you were born. Mama was waiting for you, with all your little clothes made, and everything all ready for you, to take care of you...." Her eyes were turning slowly, from one to the other of them. She did not remember, now, that Rachel was not her own child; she was thinking of Rachel as having been born to her, as she had always wished it could be. "So it will be again. Mama will be there. And I'll have everything ready for you, to take care of you, and make everything all right. So you must think of it as a glad new time. You mustn't be afraid.