“Cloverbank is a good place for children to grow up in,” remarked Mr. Watson. “Yours will be so big when they go back to Lakeport the neighbors won’t know them.”
“Well, I only hope they don’t grow out of their clothes,” said their mother, with a laugh. “I didn’t bring many suits with me.”
By this time the Bobbsey twins were gathered about Baby Jenny, or, as the smaller children often called her “Baby May.”
“Isn’t she cute!” murmured Nan.
“May I hold her?” begged Flossie.
“Yes, a little while, if you will sit down in a chair so you won’t drop her,” Mrs. Watson promised. Baby Jenny seemed glad to see the visitors and smiled and “jabbered” at them, as Bert said afterward, though the baby’s mother said:
“Just listen to her talk, would you? Isn’t she bright?”
“Indeed, yes!” agreed Mrs. Bobbsey.
“Could you understand what the baby said?” Bert asked Nan a little later.
“Not a word,” was the answer. “But I guess all babies talk like that. Only their mothers can understand them.”