“No, but I am expecting him home from work every minute. Will you come in, or shall I give him your message?”
“Perhaps I had better see him, if it won’t inconvenience you.”
“Oh, no, if you will excuse my poor rooms,” said Mrs. Long, pleasantly.
“I am poor myself, and am not used to fine rooms.”
“Take the rocking-chair,” said Mrs. Long, offering him the best chair in the room. “If you will excuse me, I will go on preparing my husband’s supper.”
“Certainly. Shall I take the baby?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t like to trouble you.”
“I like babies.”
Chester had seen that the baby’s face was clean, and that it looked attractive. Babies know their friends instinctively, and this particular baby was soon in a frolic with its young guardian.
“I guess you are used to babies,” said the mother, pleased.