Mrs. Ennerdale bustled out from the window to meet the advancing couple--Flora and little Harry--who, I think, without any vanity, would indeed have made as pretty a picture as could be imagined. I lingered behind a little to get over the pain and irritation of this first probing of my wound. It was kindly done, and I might have looked for it; but no one had ever ventured to speak to me in such a plain and matter-of-fact way before, and I felt both shocked and wounded. My own act it was, too, which had exposed me to this, which had made it possible for any one to speak so to me! Well, well! there was baby and Flora laughing, calling to me, inviting me. I smoothed my disturbed brow as well as I could, and went out to them. I had no reason to be offended with Mrs. Ennerdale, but I certainly was not grateful to her. But her raptures were so real over my boy, her admiration so sincere and so ample, that I was gradually mollified. She "knew about babies," too; that experience which a young mother prizes so highly; and knowing about them still pronounced my little Harry almost unrivalled--"almost like what Gus was when he was a baby, Flo," said Mrs. Ennerdale, with a sweet sigh, which I knew by instinctive sympathy was to the memory of some one sweeter than all others, who was only a name now, even to the fond remembrance of the mother. After that, I could remember no offence. I began to tell her of little Harry's illness, to all the symptoms of which she listened with profound attention; now and then suggesting something, and wishing, with great fervor, that she had but been near at hand. "And if anything should happen again, my dear," said Mrs. Ennerdale, taking hold of my hand in her earnestness, "be sure you send for me; send for me with as little hesitation as you send for the doctor. I've nursed all my own through all their little troubles--all but one--and I have experience. My dear, whatever hour it is, don't hesitate to send for me!" I promised most heartily and cordially; I forgot she had ever said a word disagreeable to me; I only thought how kind she was, and how much interested in my boy. Yes, Mrs. Ennerdale had several motives for coming to see me; a lurking kindness for myself, fond regard for Flora's wishes, a half intent to lecture and warn, and establish herself as my prudent adviser; but, above all, the crowning inducement was, baby; nothing either whole or half grown up had anything like the same charm as a baby had to Mrs. Ennerdale; she might have resisted all the other motives, but baby was irresistible; and so she had fairly won over and vanquished me.