"Shure, ma'am," she said, "Oi wish ye'd come up and take a peep at the choild."
"Is anything the matter with little Frank?" exclaimed Inza, hastily rising. "Is he ill, Maggie?"
"Nivver a bit," answered the girl. "He's slaping loike a top."
"But what is it? You look so queer."
"It's quare Oi feel, ma'am. Oi left him in his little bed a whoile ago to take a bit av a breath, which Oi naded. Whin Oi came back he was there, all roight, all roight, but it's moighty odd he looks to me."
Inza followed Maggie to the chamber where the child lay asleep.
"Lift the window shade and let in the light," she said.
It happened that Frank came over to the house a few moments later to get a book he needed, and he was startled when his wife, pale and shaking, came flying down the stairs, seized him by the arm, and panted:
"Come, Frank—this minute! Come quick! The baby!"
Believing the child seriously ill, Merry lost no time in following his wife. They found Elsie beside the crib. The baby lay there wide awake, looking at them in a wondering way as they stooped above him.