“Thank you, Grandma Vi,” came in a feeble little voice, apparently from the lips of the babe.
At that moment the captain entered the room.
“Ah, so my little granddaughter is on exhibition, I see,” he said, as he approached the little group gathered about Grandma Elsie and the babe.
“Yes, grandpa,” she seemed to say. “My papa helps me to talk.”
“Does he? I’m afraid you will lose your ability to talk when he goes away,” said the captain, bending down over the babe and gazing with loving admiration into the wee face. “She’s a fine child, I think, Max,” he said, “one that I am proud to claim as my grandchild.”
“She doesn’t seem to appreciate your praise, my dear,” said Violet, as the child began to squirm and cry.
At that the nurse came and took charge of it, and its visitors vanished to other parts of the house or the grounds.