"There's—what do you call her?"
"Ellen," I answered.
"There's Ellen now, looks more like you, while Pauline is clear father. I'll venture he sets a sight by her."
Pauline laughed, though she didn't know exactly the meaning of the latter phrase.
"Blessed little soul," she resumed with another squeeze, "what made you think o' that?"
"Because," said Pauline, "you are so kind."
I looked inquiringly at the whisperer.
"La!" said Aunt Susy wiping her eyes, "the dear little cretur says she loves me, and I don't know what it's for, if 'taint that I loved your pa long enough afore you was born; and I used to hold him on my lap, and sing 'Ride a jack horse to Banbury cross,' and he'd laugh as hearty as the baby did just now."
At this very moment Mrs. Wilson returned from the garden, when her mother called out, "Darter, did you ever hear tell that Doctor Frank had had another baby?"