“Why,” she said indignantly, “you’ve left out the most important thing of all.”
“Oh, yes, I quite forgot about that.”
“Forgot! Listen. The precious little darling! He’s crying for me now.”
“Yes, his lungs are better than his looks.”
“I like that. Everybody says he’s the image of you. Now, I must run.”
“All right. I’ll put him in the postscript.”
Hugh added a few more words as he listened to the subsiding wails of his son and heir. Then throwing himself in his easy chair with a laugh of utter happiness he lit his pipe.
THE END
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:
Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.