“About three times a day, on the average,” explained the father. “But she’s very lucky—she hardly ever gets hurt. You see, she has just found out she can walk, and she takes too many chances.”
“I hope nothing has happened,” said Mr. Bobbsey.
A moment later they heard Mrs. Watson’s laugh from within the house and all felt sure that matters were all right.
“Oh, my dear, what a fright you gave me!” Mrs. Watson could be heard saying.
“What happened?” asked her husband, as his wife appeared carrying the little one.
“Oh, she just pulled over a chair and upset the basket of empty spools we keep for her to play with,” explained Mrs. Watson. “You ought to see how cute she looked, wondering what it was all about.”
“Mustn’t pull over chairs!” playfully warned Mr. Watson, as he held out his finger, which the little one grasped with a smile of delight. “You might break the furniture!”
“Break the furniture! As if that mattered!” cried his wife. “She might have hurt herself!”
“My, how she has grown!” exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey, taking the baby from its mother.
“She’s getting to be a big girl,” added Mr. Bobbsey. “She doesn’t look like the little stranger we found on our doorstep.”