"No, a real one."
Baby lay and stared dreamily about the room.
"I'll give him jam," she said.
Caroline laughed.
"Fancy a real dog eating jam!"
"Fancy a real growned-up thing going to sleep for all the days."
"I am very sorry," said Caroline, humbly.
The door was pushed open here in the softest way possible, and a voice whispered cautiously from the aperture——
"Baby.... Baby...."
Baby giggled, and put her finger up in a warning fashion, but Betty was not deceived.