"I don't know, dear."
"Why, Oleah," said Abner, "it's just like old Mr. Post. Don't you know he found a baby at his door? for we read about it in our First reader."
"Oh, yes; is this the same baby old Mr. Post found?" asked Oleah.
"No," answered the mother; "this is another."
"Oh, isn't it sweet?" said Oleah, as the child cried and stretched out its tiny hands.
"It's just as pretty as it can be," said Abner.
"Mamma, oh, mamma!" said Oleah, shaking his mother's arm, as she did not pay immediate attention to his call.
"What, dear?" she asked.
"Are we goin' to keep it?"
"Yes, dear; if some one who has a better right to it does not come to claim it."