“Must be a very good child,” said Abby.
“Must be a very healthy child,” said Mrs. Lee, who had had experience with crying babies.
“Well, she has it, anyhow,” said Mrs. Glynn.
Right upon the announcement came proof. The beautiful door of the old colonial mansion opposite was thrown open, and clumsy and cautious motion was evident. Presently a tall, slender woman came down the path between the box borders, pushing a baby-carriage. It was undoubtedly a very old carriage. It must have dated back to the fifties, if not the forties. It was made of wood, with a leather buggy-top, and was evidently very heavy.
Abby eyed it shrewdly. “If I am not mistaken,” said she, “that is the very carriage Eudora herself was wheeled around in when she was a baby. I am almost sure I have seen that identical carriage before. When we were girls I used to go to the Yates house sometimes. Of course, it was always very formal, a little tea-party for Eudora, with her mother on hand, but I feel sure that I saw that carriage there one of those times.
“I suppose it cost a lot of money, in the time of it. The Yateses always got the very best for Eudora,” said Julia. “And maybe Eudora goes about so little she doesn’t realize how out of date the carriage is, but I should think it would be very heavy to wheel, especially if the baby is a good-sized one.”
“It looks like a very large baby,” said Ethel. “Of course, it is so rolled up we can’t tell.”
“Haven’t you gone out and asked to see the baby?” said Abby.
“Would we dare unless Eudora Yates offered to show it?” said Julia, with a surprised air; and the others nodded assent. Then they all crowded to the front windows and watched from behind the screens of green flowering things. It was very early in the spring. Fairly hot days alternated with light frosts. The trees were touched with sprays of rose and gold and gold-green, but the wind still blew cold from the northern snows, and the occupant of Eudora’s ancient carriage was presumably wrapped well to shelter it from harm. There was, in fact, nothing to be seen in the carriage, except a large roll of blue and white, as Eudora emerged from the yard and closed the iron gate of the tall fence behind her.
Through this fence pricked the evergreen box, and the deep yard was full of soft pastel tints of reluctantly budding trees and bushes. There was one deep splash of color from a yellow bush in full bloom.