“I really think a brighter or prettier one would be hard to find,” said her grandfather.
“And it wouldn’t be worth her father’s while to pretend to disagree with me,” he added, glancing at Max with a twinkle of fun in his eye.
“We are not disposed to contradict you, father,” Evelyn said with a smile, “but perhaps it is partly because she is our very own that she looks so pretty to us.”
“Oh, there are some folks coming up the driveway!” exclaimed Ned. “Why, they are grandma and Uncle Herbert and—Uncle Walter, I do believe!”
“And I think you are right,” said his father, then hurried forth to meet and welcome the approaching guests. Violet followed closely in his footsteps, the others a little more slowly.
Warm greetings were exchanged, then came a gathering about the carriage, and Evelyn and Max were gratified by hearing Walter say he really thought it the prettiest young baby he had ever seen.
“And so far she’s as good as she is pretty,” said Lucilla; “a bit bairnie to be proud of.”
“There’s nobody here who will contradict you in that,” said Violet, gazing admiringly upon the sweet baby face.
“She seems a fortunate little one—has come to the right place, I think,” remarked Herbert.