“Don’t cry, dear; we’ll all sew for him when he comes home, and Baby can play with him when he gets older.”
“Oh, dear! won’t it be funny having a little brother?” said Mollie. “Oh, dear, I wish he’d soon come home!”
“I’m going to have first nurse,” said Eileen. “I said first.”
“No, I am!” cried Eva, and then there was a quarrel about it.
“I know what I’ll do,” said Willie, slyly. “I’ll ride up to Hogan’s letter box the day your Mother’s coming home, and get her to let me have first nurse. There!”
“No, you won’t—you’ll do nothing of the kind!” cried Eileen, stamping her foot.
“No, he’s not your brother,” cried Eva.
“No!” roared Doris, “he’s not your brother, and I’ll hit you, too.”
She rushed at him, and there was a wild stampede, while they all chased Willie; and the governess let them have their fight out, for she knew how excited they were.
By-and-bye they all came back good friends, and had promised Willie he could have fourth nurse, because Baby wasn’t old enough to care, and she could have the last one.