Carol, with an
inarticulate sob dropped on her knees and gathered her baby into her
arms.
[Illustration: Carol, with an inarticulate sob, gathered her baby in
her arms.]
Julia, who had been told it was to be a time of laughter, or rejoicing,
of utter gaiety, marveled at the pain in the face of this mother and
patted away the tears with chubby hands, laughing with excitement. By
the time Carol could be drawn from her wild caressing of the rosebud
baby, she was practically helpless. It was Connie who marshaled them
outside, tipped the red-capped attendant, waved a hand to the driver
waiting across the street, directed him about the baggage, and saw to
getting Carol inside and seated.
Only once Carol came back to earth, "Mercy, Connie, taxis cost a
fortune out here."
"This isn't a taxi," said Connie, "it is just a car."
But Carol did not even hear her answer, for Julia, enchanted at being
so lavishly enthroned in the attention of any one, lifted her lips for
another noisy kiss, and Carol was deaf to the rest of the world.
Her one idea now was to get this precious, wonderful, matchless
creature home to David as quickly as possible.
"Hurry, hurry," she begged. "Make him go faster, Connie."
"He can't," said Connie, laughing.
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