“It's the first very young child I ever held,” said Steve.
Nannie was still. She and Randolph were looking at Steve, and Steve was looking into the little face that lay upon his arm. For a moment no one spoke; then Nannie said abruptly:
“I want to see Constance.”
“I'm afraid I can't let you, Nannie,” said Randolph. “She doesn't seem quite as well as she did awhile ago.”
“Then I must see her,” said Nannie emphatically.
“Why, my dear,” Steve began gently, “perhaps to-morrow——”
“No, I must see her now. I've something to tell her. It will make her well. I must see her.”
She was so determined that Randolph reluctantly consented, and she passed into Constance's room, leaving the baby with Steve.
“Constance,” said Nannie, stepping up to the bedside, “you are going to get well, aren't you?”
“Why, yes, of course,” said Constance.