"Guess he'll grow too, Uncle Joe. Everything seems to grow fast on
Brookside."
Then the baby asserted himself.
"My, what a good pair of lungs he has, Uncle Joe," said Bob.
"Just see what nice black hair he has, too," smiled his Aunt Bettie.
"I tell you what," said Bob, after a moment's thought, "they'll have to go some to get ahead of Brookside Farm."
"This isn't the only thing that has happened since you left," said his uncle. "You ought to go down to Tony's cottage and see what's been doing there."
"What?" asked Bob.
"Oh, they have the finest little black-haired two-day-old girl you ever saw," said his aunt.
"You don't mean it," said Bob.
"Tony's so excited," said his uncle, "that he forgets everything you ask him to do."