“I’ll wheel her in my carriage that I don’t use any more,” offered Flossie.
“I like her a little—even if she isn’t a boy!” faltered Freddie.
“Please, Mother, let us keep her! Mayn’t we, Daddy?” begged Nan.
“She’s a cute little thing,” murmured Bert. “Hey, Mother! Look! Nan’s taking her out of the cradle!” And Nan was doing just this.
“Pooh! don’t you think I know how to hold a baby?” asked Nan.
“You might if you had a net under you, like the man in the circus, so she wouldn’t hit the floor if you dropped her,” chuckled Bert.
“Pooh! you think you’re smart, don’t you?” sneered Nan. This was as near as she and Bert ever came to having a fuss.
“Now, children,” chided Mrs. Bobbsey gently, “be polite, please!”
“But what are we going to do with the baby?” asked Mr. Bobbsey. “Nearly a week has gone past now, and we haven’t learned any more than we knew the first day. What do you say, Mother?” he asked his wife.
“Of course the baby isn’t ours, and we don’t know where she belongs,” Mrs. Bobbsey said.