"I want the cousin; is that the cousin?"
"Yes. Go and give her a kiss, and say you are glad to see her."
But Baby Bob sidled back towards his grannie, and suddenly oppressed with the solemnity of the occasion, hid his round, rosy face in her gown, and beat a tattoo with his fat legs by way of expressing his welcome, in a manner, it must be said, peculiar to himself.
CHAPTER VIII.
DOROTHY'S LESSONS.
Every child who reads my story must have felt how quickly strange things begin to grow familiar, and before we are reconciled to what is new it becomes almost old.
So it was with Dorothy, and in a less degree with Irene.