“Isn't that a pretty sight?” The doctor nodded his head toward two little girls in fresh white dresses who stood on the side-walk anxiously watching his approach. There was earnest interest in the blue eyes and the black. Near the little girls stood a white-headed toddler of about two years and by his side a boy seven or eight years old.
“Mr. Blank,” called the blue-eyed little girl—all men with or without titles are Mr. to little folks;—the doctor stopped his horse.
“Well, what is it, Mamie?”
“I want you to bring my mamma a baby.”
“You do!”
“Yes, sir, a boy baby. Mamie and me wants a little brother,” chimed in the little black-eyed girl.
The boy looked down at the toddler beside him and then at the two little girls with weary contempt. “You don't know what you're a-gittin' into,” he said. “If this one hadn't never learned to walk it wouldn't be so bad, but he jist learns everything and he jist bothers me all the time.”
The doctor and Mary laughed with great enjoyment. “Now! what'd I tell you!” said the boy, as he ran to pick up the toddler who at that instant fell off the sidewalk. He gave him a vigorous shake as he set him on his feet and a roar went up. “Don't you git any baby at your house,” he said, warningly.
“Yes, bring us one, Mr. Blank, please do, a little bit of a one,” said Mamie, and the black eyes pleaded too.
“Well, I'll tell you. If you'll be good and do whatever your mamma tells you, maybe I will find a baby one of these days and if I do I'll bring it to your house.” He drove on.