He was still unable to stand or walk, as the injured limb had not yet gained strength to bear his weight, but could now assume a sitting posture; so for the first time in several weeks, the baby girl was treated to a seat upon his knee.
She seemed to appreciate the privilege. “Elsie sit on papa’s lap,” she cooed triumphantly; then putting one arm round his neck, she patted his cheek with the other hand, and showered kisses upon him while he petted and fondled her.
But she was soon ready to get down and go to her play.
Lulu had got possession of the tiny baby, was holding it very carefully and gazing affectionately into the wee face, Max and Gracie standing beside her, doing likewise.
“The little chap has grown sure enough,” remarked Max.
“Whom does he resemble, Max?” asked Violet.
“Nobody but himself, I think, Mamma Vi.”
“O Max, how disappointing!” she laughed. “Now, I have been thinking I could see quite a striking likeness to both your papa and yourself.”
“Very complimentary to us both, Max,” laughed the captain in his turn. “Bring him here, Lulu, and let me see if I can find that resemblance.”
“Well?” Violet said enquiringly, as he took the babe in his arms and regarded it with earnest scrutiny.