Sundown straightened his shoulders. "Gee Gosh, he's gone and give it away, already!"
Corliss and his wife glanced at their host inquisitively.
"Me latest improvement," said Sundown, bowing, as Anita, a plump brown baby on her arm, opened the bedroom door and stood bashfully looking at the strangers.
"And me wife," he added.
Corliss bowed, but Margery rushed to Anita and held out her arms. "Oh, let me take him!" she cried. "What big brown eyes! Let me hold him! I'll be awfully careful! Isn't he sweet!"
They moved to the living-room where Anita and Margery sat side by side on the couch with the baby absorbing all their attention.
Sundown stalked about the room, his hands in his pockets, vainly endeavoring to appear very mannish and unconcerned, but his eye roved unceasingly to the baby. He was the longest and most upstanding six-feet-four of proud father that Margery or her husband had ever had the pleasure of meeting.
"He's got Neeter's eyes—and—and her—complexion, but he's sure got me style. He measures up two-feet-six by the yardstick what we got with buyin' a case of bakin'-soda, and he ain't a yearlin' yet. I don't just recollec' the day but I reckon Neeter knows."
"He's great!" exclaimed Corliss. "Isn't he, Margery?"
"He's just the cutest little brown baby!" said Margery, hugging the plump little body.