“Wrong gender, young man,” observed Hippy.
“Of course you shall see him,” cried Grace, linking her arm in Stacy’s and leading him upstairs, with the entire Overland party following.
Two little blue eyes looked up at him as Stacy gazed, and popped his crush hat at the bundle of pink and white until the nurse took it away from him indignantly.
“The perfect picture of Grace, isn’t she?” bubbled Emma.
“Oh, I don’t know. Cute little monkey, isn’t she?”
“Young man, you come downstairs,” ordered Hippy, collaring Stacy and leading him away, while the Overlanders followed laughing. The merriment had begun with the arrival of Stacy.
Dinner was announced as they reached the drawing room, and it was a dinner that Stacy Brown did full justice to. It did the Overlanders’ hearts good to see him eat.
“How you ever managed to develop such an appetite, short of starvation, is a thing that I have many times wondered at,” teased Tom.
“Develop it! I didn’t. It’s a gift,” was the fat boy’s quick response. “I was born with it, and I don’t know why you folks are always making fun of me,” he retorted, appearing to be very much hurt.
“That is because you are always making fun of yourself,” reminded Emma.