"Bring her to me. Tell Aunt Margret to bring her immediately."
"By and by, dear, by and by."
"No, now! If she doesn't bring baby this instant, I'll get up and go to her."
"Hush! You are to be very quiet, and not to excite yourself. And as for getting up, the doctor says if you stir out of bed within a week goodness knows what will happen."
"Yes, I know. I am very naughty, and you must forgive me. But I've not seen baby yet--not really seen her--and if you will bring her to me I shall be so good. I shall not excite myself at all--not at all. You will see how quiet I shall be."
"Well, if you promise me, faithfully promise me," said Anna.
"Wait! Sit down again, mother. Sit here by the window. I have something to ask you first. Does she--does baby resemble anybody?"
"Resemble anybody? I should think she does, indeed. I have never in all my life seen a child so like its mother."
"Like me? Oh, bring her! Bring her! I can't wait a moment longer."
Anna went into the nursery and told Aunt Margret that Thora was awake and calling impatiently for the child.