"What is it?" repeated the woman, smiling.
Aspasia edged along the bed till her hot cheeks were hidden on Rosamond's neck. Then she thrust out her left hand blindly for inspection.
"Look!"
"What——?"
Yes, in very truth, Rosamond was laughing.
"What is it, Baby? ... Ah——"
Baby moved her long musician fingers slowly one after the other and finally stuck out the third.
"Ah," cried Rosamond again, sharply.
"She has seen," thought Aspasia, and was fain to raise her head to behold the effect of the great surprise.
"Is it possible," said the other, slowly, "or are you playing me some trick?"