“But you haven’t any clothes or other necessities for him, have you?” asked the doctor.
“We didn’t have at first, but Nolla and Polly ran to a department store on Fifth avenue—it’s only a few blocks over, you know,—and bought him everything he needs. When he had his shoes on he stood up and began walking about while he held fast to the chairs. He certainly is a bright child.”
“Well, the girls ought not to go silly over him. Buying clothes and shoes and everything—until they know who he is.”
“If no one ever calls, Billy has to have clothes; anyway, we thought we ought to get them, now, instead of later.”
“I can see, Mrs. Stewart, that you are as foolish about the baby, as the two girls are themselves,” laughed Dr. Evans, as he took up his hat to depart.
Mrs. Stewart laughed, but the moment the doctor was out of the front door, she hurried upstairs to help dress the boy after his bath.
Once he was dressed in his new clothing, and had had a full cup of warm milk and gruel, he cuddled down for his nap.
“Now, no use talking! he is a wonder!” declared Eleanor.
“We can keep him, as well as not. He isn’t one mite of trouble,” added Polly.
Having waited until Billy was fast asleep, Mrs. Stewart tip-toed from the bedroom, beckoning the girls to follow her out.