mrs. bhaer would let no one carry rob but himself, and the little fellow, refreshed by sleep, sat up, and chattered gayly, feeling himself a hero, while his mother went beside him holding on to any pat of his precious little body that came handy, and never tired of hearing him say, " i knew marmar would come, " or seeing him lean down to kiss her, and put a plump berry into her mouth, "'cause he picked'em all for her. "