"Well, probably he _wanted_ to look at the ceiling, then," defended the young mother, promptly. "I"m sure I wouldn"t give a snap for a baby if he didn"t sometimes have a mind of his own, and exercise it!"
"Oh, Billy, Billy," laughed Aunt Hannah, with a shake of her head as Billy turned away, chin uptilted.
By the time Bertram, Jr., was three months old, Billy was unmistakably her old happy, merry self, strong and well. Affairs at the Strata once more were moving as by clockwork--only this time it was a baby"s hand that set the clock, and that wound it, too.
Billy told her husband very earnestly that now they had entered upon a period of Enormous Responsibility. The Life, Character, and Destiny of a Human Soul was intrusted to their care, and they must be Wise, Faithful, and Efficient. They must be at once Proud and Humble at this their Great Opportunity. They must Observe, Learn, and Practice. First and foremost in their eyes must always be this wonderful Important Trust.
Bertram laughed at first very heartily at Billy"s instructions, which, he declared, were so bristling with capitals that he could fairly see them drop from her lips. Then, when he found how really very much in earnest she was, and how hurt she was at his levity, he managed to pull his face into something like sobriety while she talked to him, though he did persist in dropping kisses on her cheeks, her chin, her finger-tips, her hair, and the little pink lobes of her ears--"just by way of punctuation" to her sentences, he said. And he told her that he wasn"t really slighting her lips, only that they moved so fast he could not catch them. Whereat Billy pouted, and told him severely that he was a bad, naughty boy, and that he did not deserve to be the father of the dearest, most wonderful baby in the world.
"No, I know I don"t," beamed Bertram, with cheerful unrepentance; "but I am, just the same," he finished triumphantly. And this time he contrived to find his wife"s lips.
"Oh, Bertram," sighed Billy, despairingly.
"You"re an old dear, of course, and one just can"t be cross with you; but you don"t, you just _don"t_ realize your Immense Responsibility."
"Oh, yes, I do," maintained Bertram so seriously that even Billy herself almost believed him.
In spite of his a.s.sertions, however, it must be confessed that Bertram was much more inclined to regard the new member of his family as just his son rather than as an Important Trust; and there is little doubt that he liked to toss him in the air and hear his gleeful crows of delight, without any bother of Observing him at all. As to the Life and Character and Destiny intrusted to his care, it is to be feared that Bertram just plain gloried in his son, poked him in the ribs, and chuckled him under the chin whenever he pleased, and gave never so much as a thought to Character and Destiny. It is to be feared, too, that he was Proud without being Humble, and that the only Opportunity he really appreciated was the chance to show off his wife and baby to some less fortunate fellow-man.
But not so Billy. Billy joined a Mothers" Club and entered a cla.s.s in Child Training with an elaborate system of Charts, Rules, and Tests. She subscribed to each new "Mothers" Helper," and the like, that she came across, devouring each and every one with an eagerness that was tempered only by a vague uneasiness at finding so many differences of opinion among Those Who Knew.
Undeniably Billy, if not Bertram, was indeed realizing the Enormous Responsibility, and was keeping ever before her the Important Trust.
In June Bertram took a cottage at the South Sh.o.r.e, and by the time the really hot weather arrived the family were well settled. It was only an hour away from Boston, and easy of access, but William said he guessed he would not go; he would stay in Boston, sleeping at the house, and getting his meals at the club, until the middle of July, when he was going down in Maine for his usual fishing trip, which he had planned to take a little earlier than usual this year.
"But you"ll be so lonesome, Uncle William," Billy demurred, "in this great house all alone!"
"Oh, no, I sha"n"t," rejoined Uncle William. "I shall only be sleeping here, you know," he finished, with a slightly peculiar smile.
It was well, perhaps, that Billy did not exactly realize the significance of that smile, nor the unconscious emphasis on the word "sleeping," for it would have troubled her not a little.
William, to tell the truth, was quite antic.i.p.ating that sleeping.
William"s nights had not been exactly restful since the baby came. His evenings, too, had not been the peaceful things they were wont to be.
Some of Billy"s Rules and Tests were strenuously objected to on the part of her small son, and the young man did not hesitate to show it. Billy said that it was good for the baby to cry, that it developed his lungs; but William was very sure that it was not good for _him_. Certainly, when the baby did cry, William never could help hovering near the center of disturbance, and he always _had_ to remind Billy that it might be a pin, you know, or some cruel thing that was hurting. As if he, William, a great strong man, could sit calmly by and smoke a pipe, or lie in his comfortable bed and sleep, while that blessed little baby was crying his heart out like that! Of course, if one did not _know_ he was crying--Hence William"s antic.i.p.ation of those quiet, restful nights when he could not know it.
Very soon after Billy"s arrival at the cottage, Aunt Hannah and Alice Greggory came down for a day"s visit. Aunt Hannah had been away from Boston for several weeks, so it was some time since she had seen the baby.
"My, but hasn"t he grown!" she exclaimed, picking the baby up and stooping to give him a snuggling kiss. The next instant she almost dropped the little fellow, so startling had been Billy"s cry.
"No, no, wait, Aunt Hannah, please," Billy was entreating, hurrying to the little corner cupboard. In a moment she was back with a small bottle and a bit of antiseptic cotton. "We always sterilize our lips now before we kiss him--it"s so much safer, you know."
Aunt Hannah sat down limply, the baby still in her arms.
"Fiddlededee, Billy! What an absurd idea! What have you got in that bottle?"
"Why, Aunt Hannah, it"s just a little simple listerine," bridled Billy, "and it isn"t absurd at all. It"s very sensible. My "Hygienic Guide for Mothers" says--"
"Well, I suppose I may kiss his hand," interposed Aunt Hannah, just a little curtly, "without subjecting myself to a City Hospital treatment!"
Billy laughed shamefacedly, but she still held her ground.
"No, you can"t--nor even his foot. He might get them in his mouth. Aunt Hannah, why does a baby think that everything, from his own toes to his father"s watch fob and the plush b.a.l.l.s on a caller"s wrist-bag, is made to eat? As if I could sterilize everything, and keep him from getting hold of germs somewhere!"
"You"ll have to have a germ-proof room for him," laughed Alice Greggory, playfully snapping her fingers at the baby in Aunt Hannah"s lap.
Billy turned eagerly.
"Oh, did you read about that, too?" she cried. "I thought it was _so_ interesting, and I wondered if I could do it."
Alice stared frankly.
"You don"t mean to say they actually _have_ such things," she challenged.
"Well, I read about them in a magazine," a.s.serted Billy, "--how you could have a germ-proof room. They said it was very simple, too. Just pasteurize the air, you know, by heating it to one hundred and ten and one-half degrees Fahrenheit for seventeen and one-half minutes. I remember just the figures."
"Simple, indeed! It sounds so," scoffed Aunt Hannah, with uplifted eyebrows.
"Oh, well, I couldn"t do it, of course," admitted Billy, regretfully.
"Bertram never"d stand for that in the world. He"s always rushing in to show the baby off to every Tom, d.i.c.k and Harry and his wife that comes; and of course if you opened the nursery door, that would let in those germ things, and you _couldn"t_ very well pasteurize your callers by heating them to one hundred and ten and one-half degrees for seventeen and one-half minutes! I don"t see how you could manage such a room, anyway, unless you had a system of--of rooms like locks, same as they do for water in ca.n.a.ls."
"Oh, my grief and conscience--locks, indeed!" almost groaned Aunt Hannah. "Here, Alice, will you please take this child--that is, if you have a germ-proof certificate about you to show to his mother. I want to take off my bonnet and gloves."
"Take him? Of course I"ll take him," laughed Alice; "and right under his mother"s nose, too," she added, with a playful grimace at Billy. "And we"ll make pat-a-cakes, and send the little pigs to market, and have such a beautiful time that we"ll forget there ever was such a thing in the world as an old germ. Eh, babykins?"
"Babykins" cooed his unqualified approval of this plan; but his mother looked troubled.
"That"s all right, Alice. You may play with him," she frowned doubtfully; "but you mustn"t do it long, you know--not over five minutes."
"Five minutes! Well, I like that, when I"ve come all the way from Boston purposely to see him," pouted Alice. "What"s the matter now? Time for his nap?"
"Oh, no, not for--thirteen minutes," replied Billy, consulting the watch at her belt. "But we never play with Baby more than five minutes at a time. My "Scientific Care of Infants" says it isn"t wise; that with some babies it"s positively dangerous, until after they"re six months old.
It makes them nervous, and forces their mind, you know," she explained anxiously. "So of course we"d want to be careful. Bertram, Jr., isn"t quite four, yet."
"Why, yes, of course," murmured Alice, politely, stopping a pat-a-cake before it was half baked.
The infant, as if suspecting that he was being deprived of his lawful baby rights, began to fret and whimper.
"Poor itty sing," crooned Aunt Hannah, who, having divested herself of bonnet and gloves, came hurriedly forward with outstretched hands. "Do they just "buse "em? Come here to your old auntie, sweetems, and we"ll go walkee. I saw a bow-wow--such a tunnin" ickey wickey bow-wow on the steps when I came in. Come, we go see ickey wickey bow-wow?"
"Aunt Hannah, _please!_" protested Billy, both hands upraised in horror.
"_Won"t_ you say "dog," and leave out that dreadful "ickey wickey"? Of course he can"t understand things now, really, but we never know when he"ll begin to, and we aren"t ever going to let him hear baby-talk at all, if we can help it. And truly, when you come to think of it, it is absurd to expect a child to talk sensibly and rationally on the mental diet of "moo-moos" and "choo-choos" served out to them. Our Professor of Metaphysics and Ideology in our Child Study Course says that nothing is so receptive and plastic as the Mind of a Little Child, and that it is perfectly appalling how we fill it with trivial absurdities that haven"t even the virtue of being accurate. So that"s why we"re trying to be so careful with Baby. You didn"t mind my speaking, I know, Aunt Hannah."
"Oh, no, of course not, Billy," retorted Aunt Hannah, a little tartly, and with a touch of sarcasm most unlike her gentle self. "I"m sure I shouldn"t wish to fill this infant"s plastic mind with anything so appalling as trivial inaccuracies. May I be pardoned for suggesting, however," she went on as the baby"s whimper threatened to become a l.u.s.ty wail, "that this young gentleman cries as if he were sleepy and hungry?"
"Yes, he is," admitted Billy.
"Well, doesn"t your system of scientific training allow him to be given such trivial absurdities as food and naps?" inquired the lady, mildly.