“Why, so it is. I never realized before that we were twins.”
“He never realizes anything about himself, does he, baby?”
The baby gave a great assenting dab at the fire, necessitating a prompt examination of all her gear to see if she had caught anywhere.
“He's always thinking of other people and forgetting himself, isn't he, baby?”
Another dab still bigger and another overlooking.
“Oh, my dear!” stammered Steve.
“Just you hush,” said Nannie imperiously. “And he's too foolish and forgetful of himself to dream that there's a birthday dinner almost ready in the dining-room and some be-au-ti-ful things under somebody's plate.”
Here Steve was helplessly and hopelessly embarrassed, but Nannie snatched the baby and went on:
“And he's a regular stupid old know-nothing, isn't he, baby?”
And she made the baby give the poker such a thrust of sympathy that it stuck fast in the fire.