"Think of anybody," laughed Jean, "with as many names as that wanting a new one."
"Where's that baby you adopted?" asked Henrietta, abruptly changing the subject. "Didn't one of you adopt a baby or something like that?"
"It was Mabel," replied Marjory. "The rest of us are pretty good, but Mabel's sort of thoughtless about borrowing things. She just happened to borrow an unreturnable baby, one day."
"Where is it now?"
"At Mr. Black's. Her name is Rosa Marie."
"I'd like to see her," said Henrietta, carefully moving a pin.
"Stay to luncheon," urged Jean. "Father's away, so there'll be plenty of room. Afterwards we can all pay a visit to Rosa Marie."
"I'm afraid," said Marjory, "she's getting to be a burden to Mrs. Crane."
"Yes," agreed Bettie, "but it isn't Rosa Marie's fault. Mrs. Crane has been reading a lot of books about bringing up children—you know she never had any. Before she discovered how many things might happen to a baby she was quite comfortable; but now she's always certain that Rosa Marie is coming down with something."
"And she doesn't seem very bright," mourned Jean.