No hands but hers must touch and garnish those little limbs; no dress or frill must touch them that had not wearied her fingers; no voice but hers could coax him off to Dreamland, and she and he together spoke some soft and unknown tongue and in it held communion.
Du Bois illustrates the intimate bond between mother and child, emphasizing the personal nature of care and connection.
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