"Do you want to get us pinched for
speeding the first thing?"
And Julia, catching the word, immediately pinched both her auntie and
her mama, to show them she knew what they were talking about. And
Carol was stricken dumb at the wonderful, unbelievable cleverness of
this remarkable infant.
When the car stopped before her cottage, she forgot her manners as
hostess, she forgot the baggage, and the driver, and even sister
Connie. She just grabbed Julia in her arms and rushed into the
cottage, back through the kitchen to the sleeping porch in the rear,
and stood gloating over her husband.
"Look, look, look," she chanted. "It is Julia, she is ours, she is
here." David sat up in bed, his breath coming quickly.
Carol, like a goddess of plenty dispensing royal favors, dumped the
smiling child on the bed and David promptly seized her.
By this time Connie had made her arrangements with the driver, and
escorted herself calmly into the house, trailing the family to the
porch, gently readjusting Julia who was nearly turned upside down by
the fervor of her papa and mama, and informed David that she wanted to
shake hands. Thus recalled, David did shake hands, and looked pleased
when she commented on how well he was looking.
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