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She did not speak to Truedale at once, but she went daily to Betty's and with amazement watched the miracle Betty was performing. She never forgot the hour, when, going softly up the stairs, she heard little Ann laugh gleefully and clap her hands. Betty was playing with the baby and telling Ann a story at the same time. Lynda paused to listen. "And now come here, little Ann, and kiss Bobilink.
Don't suggest pedestals again," Lynda pleaded. "No pedestal, Lyn; no pedestal but the real, splendid you revealed at last! And now forget it, dear. Here comes lil' Ann." The child tiptoed in with outstretched arms. "The nest is made right soft," she whispered, "and now let me carry Bobilink to to the sleepy dreams." "Where did you learn to carry babies?" Betty hazarded, testing the silence.
"You, Lyn?" Lynda stood in the doorway; Betty's back was to her. "Yes, Betty." "Come and see my red-headed boy my Bobilink! He's going to be Robert Kendall." Then Lynda drew near with Ann. Betty stopped rocking and confronted the two with her far-reaching, strangely penetrating gaze. "What a beautiful little girl," she whispered. "Is she beautiful, Betty?" "She's lovely.
Slowly, almost hesitatingly, she turned back to them and brought a new power with her. She, apparently, left her baby looks and nature in the shadowy place from which she had escaped. Once health came to her, she was the merriest of merry children almost noisy at times in the rollicking fashion of Betty's irrepressible Bobilink. And the haunting likeness to Truedale was gone.
It will be another dear place for Bobilink to go for a visit, and best of all there's a perfectly splendid man in the big house for a for a father!" Real fear came into Ann's eyes at this fear that lay at the root of all her trouble. "No!" she cried. "I can't play father!" Lynda drew her to her closely.
Isn't he smelly-sweet and wonderful?" "Yes." "That's right. Kiss him again. And you once said you just naturally didn't like babies! Little Ann, you are a humbug. And now tell me how much you like Bobilink." "Heaps and lickwigs." "Now kiss me, you darling, and come close so we will not waken Bobbie. Let me see, this is going to be the story of the little girl who adopted a mother!
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