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Naught was a babe in arms. He gave no trouble. Whenever he appeared you just “carried” him. Excerpt from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith. The figure One was a pretty baby girl just learning to walk, and easy to handle. Excerpt from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith.

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Naught was a babe in arms he gave no trouble whenever he appeared you just carried him

Naught was a babe in arms. He gave no trouble.Whenever he appeared you just “carried” him.

Excerpt from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith


The figure one was a pretty baby girl just learning to walk and easy to handle

The figure One was a pretty baby girl just learning to walk, and easy to handle.

Excerpt from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith


Naught was a babe in arms he gave no trouble whenever he appeared you just carried him

2 was a baby boy who could walk and talk a little. He went into family life (into sums, etc. ) with very little trouble.

Excerpt from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith


And 3 was an older boy in kindergarten who had to be watched a little

And 3 was an older boy in kindergarten, who had to be watched a little.

Excerpt from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith


Then there was 4 she was almost as easy to mind as 2

Then there was 4…She was almost as easy to “mind” as 2.

Excerpt from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith


Naught was a babe in arms he gave no trouble whenever he appeared you just carried him

The mother was 5, gentle and kind. In large sums, she came along and made everything easy the way a mother should.

Excerpt from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith


The father 6 was harder than the others but very just

The father, 6, was harder than the others but very just.

Excerpt from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith


But 7 was mean he was a crotchety old grandfather and not at all accountable for how he came out

But 7 was mean. He was a crotchety old grandfather and not at all accountable for how he came out.

Excerpt from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith


The grandmother 8 was hard too but easier to understand than 7

The grandmother, 8, was hard too, but easier to understand than 7.

Excerpt from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith


Naught was a babe in arms he gave no trouble whenever he appeared you just carried him

Hardest of all was 9. He was company and what a hard time fitting him into family life!

Excerpt from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith


Naught was a babe in arms he gave no trouble whenever he appeared you just carried him

When Francie added a sum, she would fix a little story to go with the result. If the answer was 924, it meant that the little boy and girl were being minded by company while the rest of the family went out.

Excerpt from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith


Naught was a babe in arms he gave no trouble whenever he appeared you just carried him

The number 62 meant that papa was taking the little boy for a walk; 50 meant that mama had the baby out in the buggy for an airing and 78 meant grandfather and grand mother sitting home by the fire of a winter’s evening…..no two stories were ever the same.

Excerpt from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith


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