She had the straight,
uncurling hair like his, and her dark eyes were a little sunken under
the finely-arched brows. It was rather a bewitching little face, only
too thin and sallow for health, and with an intelligent expression,
almost amounting to precocity.
"And where is your brother, my darling?" asked her mother, stooping to
kiss her, and at this moment a pleasant-looking young woman came from
the inner room with a small, curly-haired boy in her arms.
As she set him down on the floor, and he came toddling over the carpet,
I forgot Mrs. Morton's presence, and knelt down and held out my arms to
him. "Oh, you beauty!" I exclaimed, in a coaxing voice, "will you come
to me?" for I quite forgot myself at the sight of the perfect baby
features.
Baby pointed a small finger at me, "O' ook, gurgle-da," he said, in the
friendliest way; and I sealed our compact with many kisses.
"Dear me, ma'am," observed nurse, eyeing me in a dubious manner, for
probably the news of my advent had preceded me to the upper regions,
"this is very singular; I never saw Master Baby take such a fancy to
anyone before; he always beats them off with his dear little hand.
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