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although the houses were large and commodious,

the rents were low.
Things had gone fairly well with the Franklins since they took the old
house--that is, things had gone fairly well until the arrival of the
baby--but, as Mrs Franklin said to her husband, no baby could come
into any house without making a sight of difference. She had only two
servants to help her in all her heavy work, and how could either she or
they devote much time to nursing and tending a little new-born child?
The baby, however, arrived. It was sent up at once to the nursery which
was hastily prepared for it. Flossy, aged six, and Peter, who was
between eight and nine, followed it up-stairs, and watched it with
profound and breathless interest, while Martha, the most trustworthy of
the servants, undressed it, and fed it, and put it to sleep.
'It's a perfect duck,' said Flossy. 'Look at its wee little face, and isn't its
skin soft! Might we kiss it, Martha? Would it break it, or anything, if
we was to kiss it very soft and tender like?'
'It ain't a doll, child,' said Martha. 'It won't break with you loving of it.
Kiss it, Flossy--babes is meant for kissing of.'
The children bent down, and printed a tender salute on the wee baby's
face, and that night they scarcely slept themselves for fear of disturbing
it.
'I hope we'll be allowed to take care of the wee baby,' whispered Flossy
to her brother. 'I think we could do it werry nice; don't you, Peter?'
'Yes,' replied Peter. 'It would be something to amuse us; it's rather dull,
you know, always having to keep quiet on account of the lodgers.'
Peter and Flossy soon found they were to have their wish. Martha could
only spare a very short time to attending to the baby's wants, and the
poor little mite would have had a very unhappy and neglected life but
for the children.
As it happened, however, the wee white baby had not a dull life of it at

all; when its teeth were not troubling it, and when it was not very
hungry, it had quite a merry time. It was devoted to the children, and
even when it was sending forth its wail for more food and some real
mother's love, it would stop crying and give a clear hearty little laugh if
Flossy shook her head of tangled red-brown hair in front of it, or if
Snip-snap, the mongrel terrier, stood on his hind-legs and begged to it.
Peter and Flossy had been rather troublesome children before the
arrival of the baby. Mrs Franklin's lodgers were fond of calling them
'little termagants,' and liked exceedingly to hint to the mother that if the
termagants did not make themselves scarce they would be obliged to
seek other quarters. Poor Mrs Franklin was always extremely
frightened when these things were said, for she knew the rent, and to a
certain extent the daily bread of the children, depended on the lodgers.
When she learned that the baby must inevitably come to them, she laid
one very solemn command upon her household.
'On no account whatever let out to Mrs Sinclair, and Mrs Potts, and Mr
Martin that there is a baby in the house. If you do, go they will, and
nothing that I can possibly say will keep them. I'm terribly frightened to
think how the baby's existence can be kept from them, but if they know
it, most certainly go they will.'
'Mother,' said Flossy, who was rather afraid of her mother, and did not
often put a direct question to her, 'if the baby stays up in the old, old
attic-nursery, and if Pete and me and Snip can play with it and it never
cries, then Mrs Potts and Mr Martin needn't know nothing about it,
need they, mother?'
'If it never cries, Flossy, they need not know about it,' answered Mrs
Franklin; 'but whoever yet heard of a baby not crying? Of course it will
cry all day and all night. I know it will be the ruin of us, and I think it
was very unkind of your father to allow it to be brought here.'
'But suppose, mother, Pete and I play with the baby, and we make it so
happy that it doesn't cry?' answered little Flossy.
Mrs Franklin gave a short sniff, and said in decidedly an unbelieving

voice, 'You may try your best, my dear, of course.'
Then Flossy looked at Peter, and Peter looked back at her, and they
called Snip-snap and went out of the room.
This was the way in which the baby became the children's special care;
she was immediately thrown upon their tender mercies, they considered
themselves answerable for