To go with the twinkle, he had a quirky little
smile. And to better the smile, he had the jolliest little
chuckle that ever came through a pair of baby lips.
He came trotting up to the suit case which Marie had spread
wide open on the bed, stood up on his tippy toes, and peered in.
The quirky smile was twitching his lips, and the look he turned
toward Marie's back was full of twinkle. He reached into the suit
case, clutched a clean handkerchief and blew his nose with solemn
precision; put the handkerchief back all crumpled, grabbed a silk
stocking and drew it around his neck, and was straining to reach
his little red Brownie cap when Marie turned and caught him up in
her arms.
"No, no, Lovin Child! Baby mustn't. Marie is going to take her
lovin' baby boy to find--" She glanced hastily over her
shoulder to make sure there was no one to hear, buried her face
in the baby's fat neck and whispered the wonder. "--to find
hims daddy Bud! Does Lovin Man want to see hims daddy Bud? I bet
he does want! I bet hims daddy Bud will be glad--Now you sit
right still, and Marie will get him a cracker, an' then he can
watch Marie pack him little shirt, and hims little bunny suit,
and hims wooh-wooh, and hims 'tockins--"
It is a pity that Bud could not have seen the two of them in
the next hour, wherein Marie flew to her hopeful task of packing
her suit case, and Lovin Child was quite as busy pulling things
out of it, and getting stepped on, and having to be comforted,
and insisting upon having on his bunny suit, and then howling to
go before Marie was ready.
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