CHAPTER XIII
A FAIR EXCHANGE?
Mrs. Maynard opened the front door just as the children approached with the baby-carriage.
"Come along, girlies!" she cried. "Marjorie, wheel the carriage right into the hall."
"The baby's asleep, Mother," said Midget, as she and Gladys brought the carriage over the door-sill.
"Oh, is she? Totty's asleep, Mildred," she called, in a stage whisper, to Mrs. Harrison, who was upstairs.
"I thought she would be," responded that lady. "Just throw back her veil, and leave her as she is. She often takes her nap in her carriage, and there's no use waking her."
Gently, Mrs. Maynard turned back the veil from the little sleeping face, and, as she had no thought of anything being wrong, she did not notice any difference in the baby features.
"Gladys, we'd like to have you stay to luncheon," she said. "So you and Midge run upstairs and tidy your curls at once." With demure steps, but with dancing eyes, the girls went upstairs.
"I'm afraid it's mischief," whispered Gladys to Marjorie, as she tied her hair-ribbon for her.