"It is," returned her mother; "you must indeed be a bit of a Yankee to guess so well."
"I believe I am, as papa says he is one," replied Elsie. "I hope it will be as pretty as the one you made for Baby Mary's carriage. Oh, are you going to give little Ray a carriage, too?"
"Yes, indeed; we must do all for him that we did for his little cousin."
"But you use different colors, so that they will always know which is which, don't you, mamma?"
"Yes, for that reason and because of the different complexions of the two children. Mary is fair, golden haired and has blue eyes, while Ray has his mother's dark eyes and hair."
"Oh, yes, and I think it's nice that they differ in that way, and really suppose one is just about as pretty as the other. Anyhow, I expect to think so, because I'm aunt to both of them."
"That's right," laughed her mother; "be as impartial as you can."
"Mary we know to be a dear little thing, whom no one with any heart could help loving," said Grandma Elsie, "and I am pretty certain we will find Ray equally lovable."
"And isn't he some relation to you, grandma?" asked Elsie.