“Oh, mamma, darling! why didn’t you wake me?” exclaimed Jennie, coming up before Mrs. Campbell perceived her presence in the room.
“Why, Jennie! Up and dressed, my pet? Why didn’t you ring for some one to help you?” inquired the mother in her turn.
“You haven’t answered my question yet, and told me why you did not wake me when you got up and dressed baby,” said Jennie as she stooped and kissed her mother and the child.
“I was so well satisfied to see you sleeping off your fatigue that I would not have disturbed you for a great deal,” said Mrs. Campbell, returning her daughter’s caress.
“Well, now, the reason I didn’t ring for any one was because I didn’t want any one. And when I heard you and baby in such earnest conversation, I hurried with my dressing and came in. I thought baby would be hungry.”
“She was hungry; but I sent to the chemist and got this ‘infant food’ for her.”
“Oh! she never was fed with that before!” exclaimed Jennie, in some doubt of its good effects.
“Don’t be afraid, my dear. It is used in all the royal nurseries. See, the royal arms are on the label,” said the lady.
“Of course, mamma, darling, if you give it, it is all right. I think your judgment quite as good as that of all the royal family put together.”
“Tut! tut! my pet! Your visit to America must have turned you into a republican. But what a lovely wrapper you have got on, Jennie!” she said, perhaps to turn the conversation.