Impelled by curiosity, Nan came tip-toeing to the kitchen, followed by the two men.
“I thought she must be asleep,” said Nan, “as the concert seems to have stopped.”
“Not at all,” said Patty, calmly, “she was only hungry, and the fact seemed to occur to her somewhat suddenly.”
Little Rosabel, all smiles again, looked up from her supper with such bewitching glances that Nan cried out, “Oh, she is a darling! Let me help you feed her, Patty.”
In fact they all succumbed to the charm of their uninvited guest. During dinner Rosabel sat at the table, in a chair filled with pillows, and was made happy by being given many dainty bits of various delicacies, until Nan declared the child would certainly be ill.
“I don’t believe she is more than a year old,” said Nan, “and she’s probably unaccustomed to those rich cakes and bonbons.”
“I think she’s more than a year,” said Patty, sagely, “and anyway, I want her to have a good time for once.”
“She seems to be having the time of her life,” said Dick Phelps, as he watched the baby, who with a macaroon in one hand, and some candied cherries in the other, was smiling impartially on them all.
“She’s not much of a conversationalist,” remarked Mr. Fairfield.
“Give her time,” said Patty, “she feels a little strange at first.”