"On the whole family."
"It was meant for Babe, though," Cicely said conclusively. "But it strikes me he doesn't waste much time."
"About what?"
"About putting in an appearance here. Babe has only been at home for two days."
"You think it is Babe, then?"
"Who else? You didn't see them in New York, Allyn. I did." Cicely emphasized her rhetoric by rubbing Melchisedek so violently that he howled. "There! Poor little boy! Stand still!" she added.
"But Babe doesn't care two pins for him."
"Perhaps. Perhaps not. Wait and see."
"Of course she doesn't. Fancy Babe in love!" He giggled derisively at the idea.
"Fancy Melchisedek neat and dressed up in a pink bow!" she retorted. "It seems impossible now; but it will occur in time. Allyn, what do you suppose sent Babe into medicine?"