“Isn’t it enough for me to help my little girl to talk?” asked Max.
“That’s good,” said Ned. “Please make her talk some more.”
“No, you talk, Uncle Ned,” the baby seemed to say, and Ned laughed and shouted, “There! she called me uncle, grandma! She’s a nice baby, isn’t she?”
“I think so,” replied Mrs. Travilla, “and we must all be careful to teach her only what is good and lovable.”
Violet and Lucilla came in together at that moment.
“I must have a look at my little niece,” said the latter.
“And I at my granddaughter,” added Violet.
“Oh, mamma, don’t say that,” exclaimed Elsie. “You are too young for it; isn’t she, grandma?”
“She does look rather young to lay claim to that appellation,” Grandma Elsie returned, with an admiring smile up into her daughter’s beautiful and youthful face.
“Ah, but her own grandsire being my husband gives me something of a right in that direction,” laughed Violet. “And anybody might be glad to claim kinship with such a darling,” she added, gazing down at the babe as it lay on her mother’s knee.