down and show her?
She's dressed in an old dress of Emma Jane's and she looks sweet."

"You can bring her down, but you can't show her to me! You can smuggle
her out the way you smuggled her in and take her back to her mother.
Where on earth do you get your notions, borrowing a baby for Sunday!"

"You're so used to a house without a baby you don't know how dull it
is," sighed Rebecca resignedly, as she moved towards the door; "but at
the farm there was always a nice fresh one to play with and cuddle.
There were too many, but that's not half as bad as none at all. Well,
I'll take her back. She'll be dreadfully disappointed and so will Mrs.
Simpson. She was planning to go to Milltown."

"She can un-plan then," observed Miss Miranda.

"Perhaps I can go up there and take care of the baby?" suggested
Rebecca. "I brought her home so 't I could do my Saturday work just the
same."

"You've got enough to do right here, without any borrowed babies to
make more steps. Now, no answering back, just give the child some
supper and carry it home where it belongs."

"You don't want me to go down the front way, hadn't I better just come
through this room and let you look at her? She has yellow hair and big
blue eyes! Mrs. Simpson says she takes after her father."

Miss Miranda smiled acidly as she said she couldn't take after her
father, for he'd take any thing there was before she got there!

Aunt Jane was in the linen closet upstairs, sorting out the clean
sheets and pillow cases for Saturday, and Rebecca sought comfort from
her.

"I brought the Simpson baby home, aunt Jane, thinking it would help us
over a dull Sunday, but aunt Miranda won't let her stay. Emma Jane has
the promise of her next Sunday and Alice Robinson the next. Mrs.
Simpson wanted I should have her first because I've had so much
experience in babies. Come in and look at her sitting up in my bed,
aunt Jane! Isn't she lovely? She's the fat, gurgly kind, not thin and
fussy like some babies, and I thought I was going to have her to
undress and dress twice each day. Oh dear! I wish I could have a
printed book with everything set down in it that I COULD do, and then I
wouldn't get disappointed so often."

"No book could be printed that would fit you, Rebecca," answered aunt
Jane, "for nobody could imagine beforehand the things you'd want to do.
Are you going to carry that heavy child home in your arms?"

"No, I'm going to drag her in the little soap-wagon. Come