"Yes, Mr. Dumbrick," assented Sally, with a troubled mind, "only one."
"And it doesn't seem likely that you'll have another."
"Yes, it does--yes, it does. I've felt it coming on more than once."
"How does it feel, Sally?" inquired Seth, with an open chuckle.
"A kind o' creepy like, and everything going round."
"That sounds well."
"What is it you want to know, Mr. Dumbrick?"
"Well, there's baby, Sally. She won't be a baby all her life. She'll grow up to be a woman--so will you."
Sally nodded, and listened with all her soul in her ears.
"She has no name except Baby, and it stands to reason that that won't do all along. We must find something else to call her by; it won't be fair to her otherwise, and she wouldn't thank us for it when she grows up. It'd never do to have her grow up ungrateful, and to fly at us for not giving her what everybody else has got."