She fairly shone at him, and at the same time she was earnest and very grave.
"Oh, Ranny," she said, "it's the most beautiful baby that ever was—Isn't it?"
Ranny smiled superbly.
"They tell me so; but I dunno. Is it?"
"Of course it is."
She had turned, parting from him at last, and she flung that at him as she walked backward, smiling in his face.
"Well—I must be going back to Vi," he said.
And he went back.