known a moment ago that Sara knew that there were beaux in the world.
"My beau is Laurie," Sara went on, hugging her nurse around the knees.
"An' mine, too," echoed Jamie from the floor.
"An' when we grow up we're both going to marry Laurie, aren't we, Jamie?" pursued Sara.
Then with gratitude in her heart that she still had two real babies, and that manly dignity had not yet come to trouble Jamie, Alice kissed her two younger children.
