And Baby lived with her mother in the Hall under elms.
And she was in the garden in gauntlets messing, when Cooey fluttered down about her head.
And when Baby heard him, she stood up, and held out her wrist, calling,
"Something for me, Cooey?" And she pulled off her gauntlets, and took the writing from under Cooey's wing, as he perched, and read it, while Cooey sidled and fluttered, till he came to her shoulder. And there he laid his bill against her cheek, and began to love her, very murmury.
But Baby, when she had read the writing, skipped, and cried,
"Three cheers!" and ran in to her mother, who sat with her back turned in a room with great windows and a shiny floor, and wrote round, chuckling.
Then Baby poked in and cried,
"Good-bye, mum. I am going to see Cosy Cottage that Tiny has taken to keep me in. And we will be alone by ourselves together, Tiny and me, till nightfall. Then p'r'aps I come home."
But when Baby's mother, who was round and jolly, heard that, she went thin all over, and she turned round from her writing, and cried,
"Oh, Baby, please!"