He reached out his hand to her. She took it. "He is my son—and I love him——"
"And I love you, Claudia."
"May I get the blue room ready?"
The blue room was the bridal chamber at Huntersfield; kept rather sacredly at other times for formal purposes.
"Do as you please. The house is yours, my dear."
And so that night the lights of the blue room shone on Fiddle Flippin and her new grandmother.
"Do you think she would let me put her to bed?" Mrs. Beaufort had asked Mary.
"If you will sing, 'Jack-Sam Bye.'"
Mary pulled the last little garment from the pink plump body, and Fiddle, like a rosy Cupid, counted her toes gleefully in the middle of the wide bed.
"I told Truxton," Mary said suddenly, "that he might not want to call her 'Fiddle.' The whole neighborhood says 'Fiddle Flippin.'"