d.

"Oh!" replied the young mother, "she has the dignified name of
Katharine, but we never call her that. I'm ashamed to say we call her
Totty."

"I think Totty is a lovely name," said Midget. "It makes me think of
Dotty, a baby who lives about a block away from us. She's just the same
size as this baby."

"Probably she's older, then," said Mrs. Harrison, complacently; "Totty's
just a year old, but she's much larger than most children of that age."

"Yes, I suppose so," said Midget, wagging her head wisely, though she
really knew little about the comparative sizes of infants. Mrs. Maynard
awaited them at the front door, and the procession arrived with a
flourish.

"Here we are, Mother," announced Marjorie, and she and Gladys lifted
baby Totty out of her nest of pillows and knit afghans.

"Why, how handy you are, child," said Mrs. Harrison. "But give her to me
now, and I'll look after her."

Marjorie handed the pretty burden over, and said:

"But mayn't we take her out for a ride, Mrs. Harrison? I'm sure she
ought to be out in the fresh air this morning."

"I'll see about it later," said Totty's mother, and then she went into
the house with her hostess, and the girls ran away to play.

But an hour later, Mrs. Maynard called Marjorie, and said she might take
the baby for a ride.

Gleefully, Marjorie and Gladys ran into the house.

They helped arrange Miss Totty's coat and cap, and so merry were they
that the baby laughed and crowed, and made friends at once.

"How she takes to you!" said Mrs. Harrison. "Sometimes she is afraid of
strangers, but she seems to love you."

"'Cause I love her," said Midge; "she's a sweet baby, and so good.
Shall I bring her in if she cries, Mrs. Harrison?"

"Yes; but she won't cry. She's more likely to go to sleep."

The little lady was tucked into her carriage; white mittens on her tiny
hands, and a white veil over her rosy face.

"Does she need the veil?" asked Mrs. Maynard, doubtfully. "It isn't cold
to-day."

"No," said Mrs. Harrison; "but the breeze is brisk; and she's used to a
light veil. I think she'd better wear it."

"How far can we go?" asked Marjorie, as the preparations were completed.

"Stay in the yard, mostly," said her mother. "If you go out in the
street, don't go more than two blocks away."

"All right, we won't," said Marjorie. "Come on, Glad." The two little
girls started off with the baby-carriage.

"She's a careful child," said Mrs. Harrison,