THE NEW SISTER.
“Look carefully!” said the kind Nurse, turning down a corner of the flannel blanket. “Don’t touch her, dears, but just look.”
The children stood on tiptoe and peeped into the tiny red face. They were frightened at first, the baby was so very small, but Johnny took courage in a moment.
“Hasn’t she got any eyes?” he asked. “Or is she like kittens?”
“Yes; she has eyes, and very bright ones, but she is fast asleep now.”
“Look at her little hands!” whispered Lily. “Aren’t they lovely? Oh, I do wish I could give her a hug!”
“Not yet,” said Nurse. “She is too tender to be hugged. But Mamma sends word that you may give her something,—a name. She wants you and Johnny to choose the baby’s name, only it must not be either Jemima, Keziah or Keren-Happuch.”
The Nurse went back into Mamma’s room, and left Johnny and Lily staring at each other, too proud and happy to speak at first.
“Let’s sit right down on the floor and think!” said John. So down they sat.