At that moment there was a knock at the door and Fanny entered. She, also, was in evening dress, but less elegantly attired than her sister. Dropping into a chair, while Virginia went on changing her gown, she exclaimed:
"Baby's all right, thank God! She's sleeping just as sound as can be."
"Isn't that nice?" smiled Virginia.
"Yes," went on her sister proudly, "she's a perfect darling."
"She's certainly a dear," murmured Virginia, turning to view herself in the long mirror.
"Did you ever know a child who behaved better?" demanded the proud mother.
"Never. She hasn't been the slightest trouble since you've been here—has she?"
"No!" smiled Fanny. "And she's always that way. It's such a comfort to a mother to know her child has a sweet disposition. I wonder whether she gets it—from me or from Jimmie."
"Jimmie's coming in say good night, isn't he?" asked Virginia.
"You bet!" exclaimed her sister, involuntarily relapsing into slang. "I mean—certainly he is."