She was six months old, and she was afraid of me only for a
minute or two, and I held her and cuddled her and wanted to take her
away with me so fiercely that I had all I could do to give her over to
Azalea for her bath. Boy babies are delightful, but girl babies are
heavenly!
* * * * *
We had a busy day--made up of babies, with more or less talk between,
which didn't matter in the least. Late in the afternoon Azalea put
everything straight in the rooms, more or less upset by Bud during the
day; and dressed herself for the evening. She dressed both children,
also, making them fresh as rosebuds. I saw her putting flowers on the
table in the dining-room, lighting a special reading-lamp at a table in
the corner of the living-room, and pulling an easy chair to stand close
beside it. There was a small grand piano in the room. It had been closed
all day, for Bud's fingers could just reach the keyboard. Azalea opened
it.
"You haven't had time to-day," said I, "but I'm looking forward to
hearing you sing this evening.
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