"I'm going to ask Osborn soon."
"Why not ask him now?"
"He's had such a lot of expense, poor boy."
"Still," Julia argued, "it's got to be bought, and you ought to be saved. Ask him to-night, after dinner."
"I believe I will," said Marie. "My back ached so."
Julia was more bewildered than angry.
"My goodness!" she said sharply. "What's the matter with life? Why can't a young man and woman have a baby and look healthy over it? I've got to ask someone that, and get an answer."
Julia followed Marie back to the kitchen.
"I'll whip the cream, if he's got to have it," she said grudgingly.
"And I'll go and look nice for once. Then I'll ask him for the perambulator."