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Stefana hurried in eagerly. "He didn't believe it." "The Benjamin baby wasn't further advanced," doubted Evangeline discouragingly. "Never you mind the Benjamin baby! You bring your baby over here at once with his nightgowns! I believe we're in time. I'll be reading up my medicine book. You can tell the doctor to come here instead of to your house.
She'd a good deal rather not've." "But I love to do bosoms!" sang Miss Theodosia. "I never felt so worth while in my life before an artist in starch, Stefana!" "Well, you've done beautifully I never did see!" the grateful Stefana cried. "But I'm afraid it's kind of gone to your head. I think you better lie down." "Send for the Reformed Doctor! Stefana, what are you doing with my beautiful bosom?"
"Elly Precious!" rose Evangeline's voice of indignation. "He's the unspeckledest baby you ever saw! I guess I guess you never saw Elly Precious!" Stefana appeared suddenly in the doorway, a blanched and frightened Stefana. But she was determinedly calm. "He's fell asleep, and Carruthers is watching him through the door. I told him not to go any nearer'n that.
Miss Theodosia did not have to do any talking. "Stefana says there's some smooches, but the worst ones come under your arms an' where they's puckers. The wrinkles Stefana hopes you'll excuse they'll air 'out, she expects. She was comin' over an' explain, herself, but she's gone to bed. Evangeline's gone, too, to keep the baby quiet.
Narcisse whispered to Pierre, "those are the Saccos in front of us, that dark little fellow and the lady in mauve silk." Pierre promptly recognised the bright face and pleasant smile of Stefana, whom he had already met at old Orlando's. But he was more interested in her husband, a dark dry man, with big eyes, sallow complexion, prominent chin, and vulturine nose.
Miss Theodosia looked up from the radiant little face of Stefana with her dream-roses to the man-face beside her own. "And still you sent the roses," she said softly. A letter came to Miss Theodosia one day. Queer how disturbing a letter could be when for so long peace had enveloped her travel-worn spirit, though it might have been because of the peace that she was disturbed.
"He was goin' past," Evangeline put in, "an' I asked him, if he uster be a doctor, wouldn't he please to be one now an' 'xamine Elly Precious's spots." "Measles," Stefana said briefly and hopelessly. "Shall we send for Mother, or what'll we do? Aunt Sarah isn't knitting." "Aunt Sarah " began poor Miss Theodosia. Would she ever get used to little Flaggs?
In a clothes basket beside the bed she dimly saw a little mound that might be Elly Precious it was Elly Precious! The little mound stirred with a curious, nestling sound, and instantly Stefana stirred also and crooned. Even in her sleep she was the little Mother. Miss Theodosia felt her own throat tighten and fill.
The deaf-but-not-dumb little Flagg appeared, to swell the number around the Terrible Shirt. Stefana dried her tears. Miss Theodosia had the sense of being looked up to relied upon. She rose to the occasion buoyantly. As unused as Stefana to men's bosoms, she yet stepped into the breach. Unused to issuing orders, she issued them. "Evangeline, you and Carruthers see to the baby.
His picture an' mine an' Carruthers' we're all goin' to be taken now, pretty soon. I must go home an' prink Elly Precious an' Carruthers. You see, Mr. Bradford promised to take Stefana because it's her birthday, an' first we knew he said he'd take all o' us! He's got a camera. That's him now! I guess he's waitin' for Elly Precious an' me."
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