The baby gave a little sound, which rather startled them all; and Margaret said she should take her to the play-room at once, and feed her.
"See, Maggie!" she exclaimed, entering, "here's the dearest little baby for us!"
Maggie came directly and peeped at the bundle on her mother's knee.
"Come Alfy," said Margaret, "you must love her too."
"Me don't 'ike babies," said Alfy, who was standing by the guard watching Ellen's quick movements in igniting the already laid fire; "me 'ike to see the fire."
"What tiny feet!" said Margaret, taking no notice of Master Alfy. "Look, Maggie. I never did see such a thin baby, Ellen; it makes my heart ache dreadfully!"
"That will burn," said Ellen, getting up and replacing the large guard. "Margaret, these guards are much nicer with these wide-apart bars going downwards, so that they cannot climb, and yet can feel the heat."
"Yes; so I thought when I first saw it. Now, baby, come and spread your poor little toes at this blaze."
Alfy's eyes had wandered in the direction of the baby in spite of his intentions, and he now drew a little nearer, and carefully pulled the old shawl aside to get a view of her face. He made no remark, however, but went back to his favourite arm-chair and little table.
Christina soon came in with the parcel and began opening it on the table, assisted by Maggie, who was extremely interested in its contents.