“And don’t you love your cousin doctor, who takes care of you and mamma when you need him?” asked Dr. Harold, joining the group.
“Yes, indeed! Will you be my uncle some day?”
“I hope so,” laughed Harold. “You will make a nice little niece, I think.”
“And I think he will be a nice uncle,” laughed Grace, who was standing by his side.
Captain Raymond, too, was near, the baby being as attractive to him as to any one else—except, perhaps, the parents.
“I should like to be able to prove that very soon,” said Harold with a significant glance at the captain.
At that Grace blushed and gave her father a loving, entreating look that seemed to say:
“Don’t be angry with us, father dear. I love you, and we are not rebellious.”
“‘Patient waiting no loss,’” he said with kindly look and smile. “I love my daughter too well to be in a hurry to give her away.”
“What will you do when your papa goes away to his ship, baby?” asked Eric.