"Yes, honey, dat it am; sho's yer born, 'nother pet for ole mammy,--de bressed little darlin'," she answered, pressing the little creature to her breast. The information was received with a chorus of exclamations of delight and admiration. "Tate a bite of cacker, boy," said Herbert, offering a cracker which he was eating with evident enjoyment. Mammy explained, amid the good-natured laughter of the older children, that the newcomer had no teeth and couldn't eat anything but milk. "Oh, poor 'ittle fing!" he said, softly touching its velvet cheek. "Won't 'oo tum and pay wis Herbie?" "No, it can't play," said Violet, "it can't walk and it can't talk." "Where's mamma, mammy?" asked Eddie, glancing at the clock; "it's past her time; I wonder too she didn't come to show us the new baby herself." "She's sick, chile," returned mammy, a grave and anxious look coming into her old eyes. "Mamma sick?" exclaimed little Elsie, "oh, may I go to her?" Mammy shook her head. "Not jes now, honey darlin', byme by, when she's bettah." "Mamma sick?" echoed Violet. "Oh, I'm so, so sorry!" "Don't fret, chillen, de good Lord make her well again soon," said mammy, with cheerful hopefulness, for she could not bear to see how sad each little face had grown, how the young lips quivered, and the bright eyes filled with tears; for dearly, dearly, they all loved their sweet, gentle mother. "Herbie wants mamma," sobbed the baby boy, clinging to his eldest sister. "Don't cry, pet," Elsie said chokingly, hugging him close and kissing away his tears. "We'll all ask God to make her well, and I'm sure he will." "Why! why! what's the matter here?" cried a cheery voice, as the door opened and Mr. Travilla stepped into their midst. "What's the matter with papa's darlings?" he repeated, gathering them all into his arms, and caressing each in turn. "Is mamma, dear mamma, very sick?" they asked, Vi immediately adding in joyous tones, "No, no, she isn't, or papa wouldn't look so happy." "I am very happy," he said with emotion, glancing toward the bundle in mammy's lap, "we are both very happy over the new treasure God has given us; and I trust she will soon be well." "Can we go and speak to her?" they asked. "After a while," he said, "she is trying to sleep now. What do you all think of the little sister?" "Sister," cried Elsie. "Oh, that is nice, nice! I thought it was a boy. What's its name, papa?" "It has none yet." "I sorry for it," remarked Herbert, gazing with curious interest at the tiny creature, "I sorry for it; cause can't walk, can't talk, can't eat good fings; dot no teef to eat wis. Do, boy, try to eat cacker, cacker dood, Herbie likes," and breaking off a fragment he would have forced it into the wee mouth, if papa and mammy had not interfered for its protection. "No, no, my son, you would choke it," said Mr. Travilla, gently drawing him away. "It isn't a boy; it's a girl, Herbie," corrected Harold.