“Oh, good-bye, Uncle Ben, good-bye! I don’t know what her name is, but there’s a little sister at home, and I must go right off in the cars. I wish I had some seven-legged boots! Good-bye, Uncle Ben.”
She meant seven-league boots, for the cars did seem very slow. And when she got home the baby was so small that she laughed and cried again.
“Oh, it’s the little bit-of-est baby ever I saw!”
Phil had a grieved lip. He hardly liked the little pink morsel in the nurse’s lap; but he was glad to see Flaxie, and stood on his head with delight.
Mamma looked very happy, and so did Dr. Papa. Ninny went singing about the house, and Preston whistled more than ever.
It was all beautiful, only Flaxie wanted to have a “talk” with mamma, but nurse said, “You’d better go down-stairs to play;” and then, not long after supper, she said again, “And now you’d better go to bed!”
“A queer woman, scolding so to other people’s little girls,” thought Flaxie.