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For she called Elly Precious her baby. That was their beautiful play. "We'll keep it a secret, won't we? just between you and me, dear! We won't even tell Evangeline that you're my darlin' dear," she crooned over this second baby. Elly Precious played the game; he was a little sport, was Elly Precious. The morning after the little new-nightgown episode, the bath progressed thrillingly.
That self rose up now, passionately grateful to be recognized, and looked back at him. Thunder rolled among the distant hills. She felt her pulse whirling with an excitement that made her lean against the wall, as he took a great stride towards her, crying out, "Oh, make an end . . . make an end of this. . . ." The door behind him opened, and Elly ran in, red-faced and dusty.
Looking deep, deep into Elly's eyes, she said firmly with a certainty as profound as it was new to her, "No, Elly, I don't believe we do die like that . . . all in a moment . . . nothing."
They've got the longest stems you ever saw! Stefana can't get over their stems; she said they most made her cry." For very breath Evangeline stopped. Over the little uneasy head of Elly Precious shone Miss Theodosia's eyes. Miss Theodosia was softly thrilled. The stems appealed, too, to her; she loved them long long. "Roses, you say?" Oh, Evangeline! Birthday roses for Stefana! What color?"
But she halted at the foot of the steps. "This is Stefana," she introduced politely. "Stefana, you ain't goin' to? You look 'xactly as if you was. Mercy gracious!" "Yes," Stefana returned gravely, "I am. Now, you go. Remember the soup!" Miss Theodosia's interested gaze left the retreating little figure and came back to Stefana and Elly Precious.
"Well, I don't know if there are any cookies in the house or not," she said, "we've been so busy house-cleaning. Agnes, did you bake any cookies this morning?" Elly was struck into stupor at this. Think of not knowing if there were any cookies in the house! Agnes appeared, tiny and old and stooped and wrinkled, like her mistress.
Some softening grace emanated from them and touched the solemn little face. A little more of Evangeline than of Elly Precious peeped from behind them. "Carruthers! et, tu, Carruthers!" murmured Miss Theodosia. For here again was the trail of the roses. Stefana had "posed" them in all the little pictures. The effect of a rose-draped Carruthers was almost startling.
"We will play a duet to-day," said Bertha, endeavouring to find the volume of Schubert's marches. She paid not the least attention to her own playing, and hardly noticed how, in using the pedals, her nephew touched her feet. In the meantime Elly came into the room and kissed her aunt.
Perhaps some day another little girl would sit there, and be just as surprised to know that her mother had been really and truly a little girl too, and would feel queer and shy at the idea, and all the time her mother had been only Elly. But would she be Elly any more, when she was grown up? What would have happened to Elly?
They weighed an' measured 'em to see which was a Best Baby, an' Elly Precious was! You better be proud that you that you measled a Best Baby!" Miss Theodosia's glance met the Man Person's. The show was turning out well. "I've got to go back, or Stefana oh, mercy gracious me, it was worth folks bein' mad! There was a nurse there an' a lovely lady an' a doctor.
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