“You old darling—wait till I am rich and see what I’ll do for you.”
“Look out—Mrs. Harrison’s rugs,” cautioned Ellen.
CHAPTER XI
THE baby changed from a novelty into a treasure; to the period of ecstatic delight there succeeded the scientific business of infant care. The expert nurse having brought her patient back to Carrington and attended her there until she was full of renewed energy, left and Cecily took charge of her own baby. There was a nursemaid during the daytime, but at night when the sudden, piercing little cry sounded from the next room it was Cecily herself who went to find out whether it was hunger or cold that caused it. The responsibility matured her as responsibility matures the average woman. It tired her physically and numbed her mind a little.
“You mustn’t let your cradle become an obsession,” said her mother.
“Of course not. I wouldn’t let myself get too absorbed. It wouldn’t be fair to Dick,” said Cecily, rather automatically.
“I wonder if you give Dick quite the attention you used to?”
Cecily looked up, surprised.
“It’s very common,” said her mother easily, “to think too much about the baby and too little about the husband at this time. I hope I don’t seem intrusive, darling, but you stay at home rather a lot.”
“I have to get back to the baby, you see, if I do go out.”