236 'AIRY FAIRY LiLLAN.'
baby before. jVIiss Beauchamp possesses to perfection
that most unhappy knack of placing people in the
' Quite, thank you,' answering Lady Chetwoode
instead of Florence, while a little fond glance that is
usually reserved for the nursery, creeps into her ex¬
pressive eyes. ' If you admired her before, you wiU
quite love her now. She has grown so big, and fat,
and has such dear Httle sunny curls all over her
' I like fafr babies,' says LiHan.
' Because you are a fair baby yourself,' says CyrU.
' She can say Mammy and Pappy quite distinctly,
and I have taught her to say Auntie very sweetly,'
goes on Mrs. Steyne, rapt in recollection of her off¬
spring's genius. ' She can say " cake " too, and—and
that is all I think.'
' You forget, Mabel, don't you ? ' asks her husband,
languidly. ' You underrate the chUd's abiHties. The
other day when she was in a frenzy because I would
not allow her to pull out my moustache in handfuls
' She was never in a frenzy, Tom,' indignantly; ' I
wonder how you can say so of the dear angel.'
' Was she not—if you say so of course I was mis¬
taken, but at the time I firmly beHeved it was temper.
At all events. Lady Chetwoode, on that momentous
occasion, she said, " Nanna, warragood," without a
mistake. She is a wonderful child !'
' Don't pay any attention to him. Auntie,' with a
contemptuous shrug. ' He is himself quite idiotic
about baby, so much so that he is ashamed of his in¬
fatuation. I shall bring her here some day to let you
' You must name the day. Would next Monday
suit you ?'
' You needn't press the point,' Tom Steyne says,
warningly ; ' but for me, the child and its nurse would