He had seen the nurse-maid do this with the baby, and had heard her say:
“Opey mouthie, lovey!”
He had found the bottle, and while all were asleep and there was no one to interfere with him, he had sought to feed his baby step-brother.
VIII
MARION came flying into the garden, her cheeks aglow, her bright eyes dancing.
“Iris—Blossom!” she called, excitedly.
She could hardly get her breath to tell them the great news. In her hand she waved aloft a sheet of paper.
“What ees’t?” asked Plum Blossom, puzzled.
“A letter,” cried Marion. “Guess who from?”