"So you are going to share your toys with them, are you?" and Mr. Selwyn put his arm about her, drawing her to his knee.
"Of course, Father. They can have everything of mine that they want; but most of my dolls are hard ones that might hurt them. I shall save those until they are older. Snowball and Teddy and these other things are nice and soft, you see."
"God bless her!" murmured the Doctor, a mist gathering in his eyes. "No jealousy here; that is certain."
"You have made a very wise choice, pet; but see these tiny fingers. Don't you think that they will have to grow stronger before they can hold even such lovely, soft things? These little folks will be so busy taking naps, you know, that they will not have time to play with toys for some months."
"Why, I forgot all about that," laughed Mary. "You see, Father, I was such a little bit of a thing when Robert was a baby; and Francis stayed with us only a few days, so that I don't know very much about babies. I hope Berta and Beth will stay a long, long time," she added wistfully.
"God grant that they may, darling," said her father, earnestly; for he had felt keenly the loss of his two infant sons.
"There is just one thing that would make everything nicer," said Mary after a long pause.
"And that is——?" inquired the Doctor.
"One more baby."
"But I thought you were more than satisfied with two," laughed her father.