“Shall I have to feed it?”
“I think it will prefer to feed itself, Carrie,” said her father, compelled to laugh by the serious, wondering face of the little girl.
At that moment Julius entered the room.
“There it is now,” said Mr. Taylor.{94}
“That is a boy,” said Carrie, looking somewhat disappointed.
“I told you it was.”
“But you said it was a doll. Are you a doll?” she asked, sliding from her father’s knee, and running up to Julius.
“I’m a pretty big one,” said Julius, amused.
“There, papa, you were only funning,” said the little girl, reproachfully.
“Didn’t I tell you the truth? Can’t he eat, and talk, and walk?”