“A daughter—a full-grown, lovely daughter. What do you think of that?”
“A full-grown, lovely daughter, Mrs. Carter? Well, I think you are in want of a straight jacket more than I am, and, after the party, this coat shall be made over to you.”
“But I am in earnest, husband!”
“So am I, wife, so much in earnest that I shouldn’t mind giving up the coat now.”
“We have often talked of adopting a little girl since you know when.”
A flush came around Carter’s eyes—he turned away from his wife.
“It would be a trouble to bring one up, you know, dear. Now supposing that done, and a girl came naturally into the family about the age she might have been, wouldn’t you rather like it?”
“I haven’t thought about it, wife, have you?”
“Yes, Carter, and you’ll see this girl to-night. I’ve given you the idea, when you’ve seen her, just say if she wont be like a sunbeam in the house?”
“Like a what?” exclaimed Mr. Carter.