[Illustration: "The picture of her, sitting in the half light at the
grand piano, with the babies in her arms and at her knee ... was quite
irresistible"]
But before we sat down to dinner both babies had been put to bed. The
Cashier remained with me while Azalea was busy at this task, but he
excused himself toward the last, and went tiptoeing upstairs, where I
think he must have offered his services in getting the children tucked
away. While he was gone the Philosopher arrived.
I let him in myself, motioning the maid away. It was a small house, and
I knew she was needed in the kitchen. "Don't make a bit of noise," I
cautioned him, as he came smiling into the little hall. "The babies are
going to bed."
"Babies!" whispered the Philosopher, in an awestruck way. "I didn't know
there were any babies."
"Of course you knew it," I whispered back, leading him into the room.
"If you would only store away really important facts in that capacious
mind of yours, instead of limiting it to----"
"Tell me how many babies, and of what sex--quick!" commanded the
Philosopher, "or I shall say the wrong thing.
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