"And is this little Daniel!" she cried rapturously. "So
sweet; so innocent; so pure! Did Big Sister carry him
all the way? Kind Big Sister. Does oo love Big Sister?"

"Nope," Danny spoke up quickly, "just like chockaluts."

"How sweet of him, isn't it, really?" she said, "with
the world all before him, the great untried future lying
vast and prophetic waiting for his baby feet to enter.
Well has Dr. Parker said; 'A little child is a bundle of
possibilities and responsibilities.'"

"If ye please, ma'am," Pearlie said timidly, not wishing
to contradict the lady, but still anxious to set her
right, "it was just this blanket I had him rolled in."

At which Camilla again retired to the pantry with
precipitate haste.

"Did you see the blue, blue sky, Daniel, and the white,
white snow, and did you see the little snow-birds, whirling
by like brown leaves?" Mrs. Francis asked with an air of
great childishness.

"Nope," said Danny shortly, "didn't see nothin'."

"Please, ma'am," began Pearlie again, "it was the cloud
around his head on account of the earache that done it."

"It is sweet to look into his innocent young eyes and