“And may we see the baby?” asked Mary, who loved little children.
“Oh, yes,” said the lady, so she took them into the parlor, where the baby was lying in a cradle. Oh! it was the loveliest baby you can imagine! It had such cute little hands and feet, and such blue eyes, and it was all rosy and dimples, and it smelled just like talcum powder perfume.
“Oh, isn’t it a dear!” exclaimed Mary.
“Wah! Wah! Wah!” cried the baby, all of a sudden, as it took hold of Mary’s little finger.
“Poor little dear, he’s hungry, and I can’t see what keeps that nurse girl who went for the milk,” said the lady. “Oh, where can I get something to eat for my baby?”
“Why, we have a whole wagonful of milk!” cried Tommy.
“AND SUCH BEAUTIFUL PRESENTS,” MURMURED JOHNNY
“Of course,” said Johnny. “It belongs to the milkman, but his horse ran away with us.”
“And you can have all the milk you want for your baby,” went on Mary. “Tommy, you and Johnny go and bring in some bottles, please.”