"Yes," concurred Miss Maud, with a pretty blush.
"He's the jolliest fellow! He gave me boxing gloves, a baseball bat and Indian clubs for Christmas."
"What strange gifts to a girl!" Mrs. Dayton remarked.
"He gave my sister the same as he gave me—all except the bat. He didn't give her one, although she's a tip-top player, because he thinks baseball isn't a game for girls."
"But he gave you a bat," said Mrs. Dayton, in a puzzled tone.
"Y—es," faltered Gay, in great confusion. Here a bright idea flashed through the little rogue's brain. "He may be partial to me. I may give the bat to baby; he's going to be a splendid fellow. Nurse says his muscle is as fine now as little Lord Roslyn's was when he was six months old. Lord Roslyn was the little nobleman that lived with nurse in her castle in England. We're going to name baby, George—that ought to help make him a jolly little kid, don't you think so?"
"Miss Maud thinks so," said Mrs. Dayton, quizzically.
"Does my Uncle George know that you like him so well, Miss Maud? If he doesn't I'll tell him, if you like."
"He—knows it," faltered Miss Berkeley.
"Some day, perhaps, your Uncle George will give you Miss Maud for an auntie," said Mrs. Dayton, who evidently enjoyed teasing her friend.