"Stop, stop, stop, Abyssinia! Hand me that there piece here. Yes, this is it all right." And a smile wrinkled the corners of her eyes. "This is the one, all right." She gave the child a kiss on her cotton-blossom birthmark.
And she put the plant in a rough fabric bag. Taking Abyssinia's hand, she hummed softly to herself as they struck out for home. (4.7-8)
Sometimes love shows up in grand gestures and exploding fireworks, but other time it comes through in contentedness and small moments of tenderness. It's this second kind of love we see here as Mother Barker walks through nature with Abyssinia.
