Marilla laughed, Jack did know that he was very good looking.
“They’ll be pretty by and by. And they are real sweet. I like babies. I like kittens and little chickens.”
“I like a dog. Cats scratch.”
“Not unless you torment them. Now I am going down stairs to put the dishes on the table. Then I must go and help Bridget.”
“Bridget won’t let me come down in the kitchen. She chases me out with a stick.”
“Children are a bother in the kitchen. They ask so many questions.”
Then his mother and Aunt Florence came home from church, and his father with both babies asleep. He carried them upstairs.
Marilla was getting to be quite a handy table maid for all but the heavy dishes. She placed them on the dumb waiter and started 58 them down stairs. Mrs. Borden took off the others. When the babies were awake Marilla had to stay up with them.
Mrs. Borden dished the cream. “Jack will not have any today,” his mother said.
Jack sat still with his eyes full of tears but said not a word.