“Where is it?” inquired Annie.
“Here it is,” he said, pointing to his bandaged finger.
“O, I wouldn’t have such a baby as that!” exclaimed Annie.
“He’s a real good baby; he’s alive, and yours isn’t,” said Whistler.
“But his head is cut off,” suggested Annie.
“No matter; the doctor has sewed it on again,” replied Whistler.
“Well, it’s an ugly baby; I don’t like it,” said Annie.
“No, he isn’t ugly; he never cries, nor makes any fuss,” replied Whistler.
“He makes you cry, though,” retorted Annie, with a look so arch that Whistler laughed merrily.
“I guess your finger doesn’t pain you much, Willie, does it?” inquired Mrs. Davenport.