Here the parson paused, leaned over and picked up a small piece of
white paper lying upon the floor. He glanced carelessly at it at
first, but as he read the words written thereon his eyes opened wide.
He looked at his wife, who was intently watching the baby, and an
amused expression broke over his face. Then came the inevitable
chuckle.

"What is it now, Daniel?" his wife questioned. "That is the fourth
time you've chuckled already to-night. It seems to take very little to
amuse you."

"Suppose the baby isn't a girl after all, dear?" the parson replied,
ignoring his wife's sarcastic remark.

"Not a girl! What do you mean?"

"Suppose she should be a boy, after all?"

"The idea is ridiculous, Daniel. Don't you suppose I know a girl from
a boy?"

"Very well, then, read that," and the clergyman handed her the slip of
paper.


"Please take care of Rodney. I will come for him some day. The Lord
will reward you even if I can't.

"HIS MOTHER."