Page 18 - The Little sister of Wilifred

tures as they stood by the matron’s knee

staring at him in true baby fashion.

They were about fourteen months old,
could speak half a dozen words, and had

just learned to walk alone. Presently,

one of the babies, having apparently
come to a decision sooner than the

Doctor, now balanced herself on her

feet, held out her little hands, and tot­
tered across the floor straight into his

arms.

ii: Papal papal’7 she cried, looking up
into his face and laughing.

“ Since I can have but one, I shall

take this little trot,” the Doctor said*
smiling down upon the baby’s upturned

face. “ She seems to have decided the

question herself. Yes, I will take this
one.”

As he concluded, he looked a moment

at the ]ess adventurous baby. The