“You’re sure it’s convenient for me to stay?” questioned Frances uneasily.
“Quite,” answered Mrs. Pendleton. “I––I want you to see him when he’s good-natured.”
She crossed the room to the window, and removed a layer of swaddling clothes very gently. And there, revealed, lay Don, Jr. His face was still rather red, and his nose pudgy; but when he opened his eyes Frances saw Don’s eyes. It gave her a start.
“He has his father’s eyes,” said the mother.
“There’s no doubt of that,” exclaimed Frances.
“And his nose––well, he hasn’t much of any nose yet,” she smiled.
“He seems very small––all over.”
“He weighed ten pounds this morning,” said the mother.
Don, Jr., was waving his arms about, rather feebly, but with determination.
“He is very strong,” the mother informed her. “Don declares that he has all the earmarks of a football player.”