"Robe, with bands of lace all down it, as long as _that_; and a white
christening cloak sewn with white roses. Won't he look sweet?"

"Very sweet."

"He shall have lots of hair. I shan't love him if he hasn't."

"Oh, yes, you will."

"No. He must have thick, flossy hair like Mimi, so that I can stroke him.
Which would you rather have, a little girl or a little boy?"

"Well--what do you think----?"

"I think--perhaps I'd rather have a little girl."

She would be like Mamma, and her little girl would be like herself. She
couldn't think of it any other way.


The school-treat was held in Mr. Hancock's field. All afternoon she had
been with the children, playing Oranges and lemons, A ring, a ring of
roses, and Here we come gathering nuts in May, _nuts_ in May,
_nuts_ in May: over and over again. And she had helped her mother to
hand cake and buns at the infants' table.

The guest-children's tea was served last of all, up on the lawn under the
immense, brown brick, many windowed house. There wasn't room for everybody
at the table, so the girls sat down first and the boys waited for their
turn. Some of them were pushing and snatching.