The Walcott Twins

LUCILE LOVELL
ILLUSTRATED BY IDA WAUGH
THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY
PHILADELPHIA MCM
Copyright 1900 by The Penn Publishing Company

THE WALCOTT TWINS
The Mistress of the house lay among her pillows, her brows drawn into the nearest semblance of a frown that her gentle countenance could assume. Nurse—bearing a tiny, moving bundle of muslin and flannel—and the father were at the bedside.
The father's forehead wore an unmistakable frown. It was evident that something displeased him, but who would have dreamed that it was the gurgling mite in the flannel blanket? Yet he pointed in that direction as he said,—
Take him away. He has made trouble enough.
H'indeed, Mr. Walcott, cried nurse, 'E's the best baby h'I' ave ever seen h'in this 'ouse! 'E's never cried before.
Take him away! repeated the father, still frowning. He may be the best baby in the world—a future President of the United States, even,—but he can't stay in this room another minute. Do you understand?