But one morning, she watched with weary throbbing eyes as Aunt Grace
and a nurse and a chamber maid carefully wrapped up a tiny pink flannel
roll for a visit to Room Number Six in the McCormick Building.
"Tell him I am just fine, and it is a lucky thing that he likes girls
better than boys, and we think she is going to look like me. And be
particularly sure to tell him she is very, very pretty, the doctor and
the nurse both say she is,--David might overlook it if his attention
were not especially called to it."
Three weeks later, the suit-case was packed once more, and Carol was
moved back across the grounds to Number Six and David, where already
little Julia was in full control.
"Aren't you glad she is pretty, David?" demanded Carol promptly. "I
was so relieved. Most of them are so red and frowsy, you know. I've
seen lots of new ones in my day, but this is my first experience with a
pretty one."
The doctor and the nurse had the temerity to laugh at that, even with
Julia, pink and dimply, right before them. "Oh, that old, old story,"
said the doctor. "I'm looking for a woman who can class her baby with
the others. I intend to use my fortune erecting a monument to her if I
find her,--but the fortune is safe.
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