They were having a grand circus together in the parlor, that young grandmother and the baby. Jennie snatched up the first garment fitting to wear from the top of the trunk, and then dropped the lid and hastily washed and dressed herself, putting on a pretty blue cashmere princess wrapper, trimmed with blue satin ribbons. Then, while still buttoning up, she hastily opened the dividing door and entered the parlor. Her mother was there, sitting in a low rocker, holding the baby across her lap. Beside her, on the hob of the grate, stood the bowl of “infant food” from which she had been feeding the child. There was no one else in the room, nor did there need to be to make it very lively there, for the baby was crowing with all the strength of her lungs, while laughing up in the pretty, smiling face, with the cooing voice, bending over her. “Oh, mamma, darling! why didn’t you wake me?” exclaimed Jennie, coming up before Mrs. Campbell perceived her presence in the room. “Why, Jennie! Up and dressed, my pet? Why didn’t you ring for some one to help you?” inquired the mother in her turn. “You haven’t answered my question yet, and told me why you did not wake me when you got up and dressed baby,” said Jennie as she stooped and kissed her mother and the child. “I was so well satisfied to see you sleeping off your fatigue that I would not have disturbed you for a great deal,” said Mrs. Campbell, returning her daughter’s caress. “Well, now, the reason I didn’t ring for any one was because I didn’t want any one. And when I heard you and baby in such earnest conversation, I hurried with my dressing and came in. I thought baby would be hungry.” “She was hungry; but I sent to the chemist and got this ‘infant food’ for her.” “Oh! she never was fed with that before!” exclaimed Jennie, in some doubt of its good effects. “Don’t be afraid, my dear. It is used in all the royal nurseries. See, the royal arms are on the label,” said the lady. “Of course, mamma, darling, if you give it, it is all right. I think your judgment quite as good as that of all the royal family put together.” “Tut! tut! my pet! Your visit to America must have turned you into a republican. But what a lovely wrapper you have got on, Jennie!” she said, perhaps to turn the conversation. “Is it not? And I have got another one just like it in mauve, which has never been on my back, and which you must have, dear mamma. Those angel women in New York have given me that huge trunk full of beautiful clothing, and I shall never wear one-half of it out, but my greatest pleasure in it will be to divide it with you, my dear, darling, beautiful mamma.” “Oh, Jennie!” was all the curate’s wife found to say to that, for she did not mean to take any of her daughter’s pretty clothes, if she could help it, nor did she want to vex the girl by refusing them just then. “Where is papa?” inquired Jennie.