Any one else but Melissa would have
received her walking-papers.
The frocks, the personal maid, the prospect of the dining-car and the
assurance that it wouldn't be necessary to call Mr. Force "daddy"
until she became a little more accustomed to seeing him around,
brought Kathleen to a proper way of thinking. She became quite eager
to go!
"Well," said Mr. Bingle to his wife, after the storm, "I fancy we'd
better make an appointment with Rouquin as soon as possible. I am
really quite enthusiastic, my dear, over that idea of yours to have a
cute little French baby. The sooner we get it the better, I say. It is
going to be pretty lonesome for awhile. Somehow I hope we find one
that cries a good deal. It would cheer us up considerably, I'm sure,
if we had something like that to annoy us, especially at night. We
shall probably lie awake anyhow."
Frederick was causing them no little anxiety. The boy wasn't eating
well. He was beginning to look a bit peaked. Dr. Fiddler was puzzled.
He could not discover anything wrong, and yet could not account for
the listlessness that had come over the lad during the past few weeks.
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