"Oh, do you, dearest? That _will_ be nice!" she exclaimed, her face breaking into a smile of pleasure.
"Yes. Do you know, I was watching the little thing this afternoon, when Gunther and all the others were playing with her. It"s very strange--I never noticed it before--but it came to me quite suddenly. She"s exactly like my mother."
"Is she really?" Mary murmured, touched.
"Yes, it"s very wonderful. I felt suddenly, watching her eyes and smile, that my mother is not dead after all. Will you--" he seemed a little embarra.s.sed--"could you, do you think, without disturbing her, let me hold the baby for a little while?"
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