"Yes, it's good— Looks like you," she said.
The woman raised a curious hand to it——
"Why—John!"
He stood smiling almost bashfully.
"I thought you'd better have the whole family while you were about it," he said.
She gathered her family into eager hands. "I'd rather have them than anything in the world!" she said softly.
"They didn't cost much," he volunteered. "Twenty cents apiece—the kind you send on post-cards, you know."
"I don't care what they cost!" said the little woman. "It's worth it!... The doctor says I'm going to be real well, John, when I get up."
She was looking at the baby, in his knitted sack. "But there won't be any more babies," she said half wistfully.