WHAT HAPPENED TO THE BABY.
BY MAGARET EYTINGE.
THE Tutchy children were all mad.
I don’t mean they had lost their senses and required strait-jackets, but they certainly did need something to smooth the frowns from their brows and the pouts from their lips.
The Tutchy children were pretty children—when they weren’t mad—with bright blue eyes, much the color of some of their grandmother’s centennial dinner-plates, and auburn hair that looked as though it would, on the slightest provocation, turn red.
There were nine of them, Susie, Willie, Robbie, Lizzie, Nellie, Annie, Sallie, Maud and Baby.
Quite enough for such a little woman as Mrs. Tutchy to look after.