“Now, Flaxie,” pleaded Milly, looking grieved, “when you haven’t been to my school, and haven’t seen my elegant teacher!”
“Well, but isn’t Philip my brother? And so are Preston and Ninny. I forgot about them.”
“And don’t you want to see your mother too?” asked Aunt Jane, with another smile. She had been smiling ever since she came.
“Oh, yes, my mamma; I want to see her most of anybody in this world—’cept my papa!”
Milly’s head drooped.
“Oh, but I’m coming back again,” said Flaxie, kissing her. “And then I’ll go to school. Where’s my valise?”
She was such a restless, impatient little girl that it wasn’t best to let her know till the last minute what a beautiful thing had happened at home. But the next morning, when her hat and cloak were on, Aunt Jane told her she had a dear, new little baby sister, three days old!
Flaxie did just what you might expect she would do: clapped her hands and cried for joy.
“What’s her name? Has she any teeth? Has she any curls? Where does she sleep?”
“Why, what’s the matter now?” said Uncle Ben, coming in as Flaxie and Milly were whirling around the room in each other’s arms.