surroundings can make her so."

"I trust she will, mamma," returned the young mother, leading the way to
the dainty crib where the little one lay sweetly sleeping.

Elsie bent over the little form, gazing at the sweet baby face with eyes
brimful of motherly love and tenderness.

"The lovely, precious darling!" she murmured softly. "I am so rejoiced,
so thankful, to see her looking almost herself again!"

"As we are," said Violet, in low, tremulous tones. "Her father is
extremely fond of her, mamma, as he is of all his children. I think he
has no favorite among them, but loves each one devotedly."

"As I do mine," Elsie responded, a bright, sweet smile lighting up her
face. "I love you, my Vi, and all your brothers and sisters, very
dearly,--each with a love differing somewhat in kind from that given to
the others, but not at all in intensity."

They lingered a moment longer, watching the young sleeper: then with a
parting injunction to the nurse to be very careful of her, not leaving
her alone for an instant, they went down-stairs again, and rejoined the
rest of the company.

Everybody had come, the last party of children just descended from the
inspection of the rooms of Max and his sisters.

"Now, have we seen positively every thing?" asked Rosie Travilla.