with a baby of her own that isn’t so many months older than our Jamie, let’s try what she says. The things she has here are the things the baby’s mother made for him. You see they are short. She intended to use the little dresses and clothing she had made.”
“Why, yes,” said Mrs. Meredith, “all these things are what Mr. MacFarlane brought from the hospital.” She turned to him. “Are there any more?”
“Yes,” said Jamie, “there were. But the nurse said the small package was personal belongings of the baby’s mother. It is in the middle drawer of my highboy, Margaret. Any time you need anything you haven’t got, maybe it’s there. I haven’t reached the point of trying to go through it myself, but I don’t mind your looking enough to see if there are any other things that the baby might need.”
“Well,” said Margaret, “I must say frankly that this beats me! I’m sure he’ll be killed. I’m sure he’ll take cold and die of the croup. I thought babies and flannel were inseparable.”
“Just cut off the ‘in,’” laughed Mrs. Meredith. “Cut off the ‘in’ and make it ‘separable’! My baby is the best baby you ever saw. He isn’t roaring with the colic and keeping us awake at night. He is getting so fat his face is round like a full moon. We never know he’s in the house unless he is hungry or needs attention, and he is the kind of a little gentleman that lets me know instanter when he does need attention. Aside from that, I haven’t got a baby for all I know. You try the new way
