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"Jimmy!" exclaimed the excited young father, "you're back." "Oh, yes yes," admitted Jimmy nervously, "I'm back." "My boy!" cried Alfred, and he glanced toward the crib. "He's here!" "Yes yes," agreed Aggie uneasily, as she tried to place herself between Alfred and the bassinette. "He's here, but you mayn't have him, Alfred." "What?" exclaimed Alfred, trying to put her out of the way.
"How's that?" she called to Aggie, as she turned her head to one side and surveyed the result of her experiment with a critical eye. Aggie shot a grudging glance at the bassinette. "I wish you wouldn't bother me every moment," she said. "I'll never get all these things finished." Apparently Zoie decided that the bow was properly placed, for she applied herself to sewing it fast to the lining.
"I must see what miracle of loaves and fishes she has performed. Do mind baby till I come back." She danced out of the room, and Septimus sat on a straight-backed chair beside the bassinette.
No mechanical bassinette ever swung more evenly, and no soft draperies made a better cot than the sheet tied up by the corners to a couple of ropes, and swung across the room like a hammock. The beauty of it was that, roll as he would, even active Hamed had been safe in it, and all his energies only served to rock him off to sleep again, for the sides almost met at the top.
There was a bassinette so be-muslined and be-ribboned and be-laced that it looked like a ball dress standing by itself in the middle of the floor; and a bathtub that looked like a hammock; and a weighing machine; and a chart for recording the daily weight; and a large table with a glass top; and a basket containing all the articles for the Lilliputian toilet; while near the fender some doll-like clothes were airing.
It was a long, cheerful room, with three windows, looking over the public garden, and fitted up with a degree of comfort that bordered on luxury. Some canaries were singing in a green cage, a grey Persian kitten was curled up in the doll's bassinette, a little girl was kneeling on the cushioned window-seat, peeping between the bars at some children who were playing below. As Mrs.
They went into the dining-room, where the sunlight poured in upon her mother's chiffonier, and upstairs, where many an old god peeped from a new niche. The furniture fitted extraordinarily well. In the central room over the hall, the room that Helen had slept in four years ago Miss Avery had placed Tibby's old bassinette. "The nursery," she said. Margaret turned away without speaking.
Here, in a retired nook behind an old screen, stood "Babs's" bassinette, where she took her mid-day naps. "This is Verity's and Bab's playroom," explained Malcolm with a patronising air; "here the Martha of the establishment takes her well-earned rest." Then Verity flashed a sudden look at him which expressed unmitigated indignation.
"No, indeed," cried Elise, "let me see her right now. If she's as pretty as the wistaria vine oh, Patty, why don't you name her Wistaria?" "Gracious, what a name! No, she's Fleurette, or so Little Billee says. Anyway, here she is." Patty led them to the nursery, and from the lacy draperies of the bassinette a smiling baby face looked up at them. "What a heavenly kiddy!"
It attracted attention from all her visitors, and set a kind of fashion in the neighbourhood. For a time Euphemia was almost contented. But one day a malignant woman called, and looked at this device through her gilt eye-glasses, while she secretly groped in the dark of her mind for an unpleasant thing to say. Then suddenly she remarked, "Why not put your coal in a bassinette?
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