Margaret put down her work and regarded them absently. “What was that?” she asked.
“Tom wants to know whether baby is old enough to play with hay?”
“I haven’t the least notion,” answered Margaret, and took up her work again.
“Now, Tom, baby is not to stand; he is not to lie on his face; he is not to lie so that his head wags; he is not to be teased or tickled; and he is not to be cut into two or more pieces by the cutter. Will you be as careful as all that?”
Tom held out his arms.
“That child is a wonderful nursemaid,” remarked Margaret.
“He is fond of baby. That’s why he does it!” was Helen’s answer. They’re going to be lifelong friends.”
“Starting at the ages of six and one?”
“Of course. It will be a great thing for Tom.”
“It may be a greater thing for baby.”