"He's a little darling," she crooned, "and he's going to grow up big
and strong, just like his daddy." She put her cheek against the
sleeping babe's and looked up sidewise at the two standing above
her. "But I know how you feel," she said to her husband. "When
they first showed him to me, I thought he looked like a peanut a
thousand years old."
Grandma Orde fairly snorted with indignation.
"Come to your old grandmother, who appreciates you!" she cried,
possessing herself of the infant. "He's a beautiful baby; one of
the best-looking new-born babies I ever saw!"
Orde escaped to the open air. He had to go to the office to attend
to some details of the business. With every step his elation
increased. At the office he threw open his desk with a slam.
Newmark jumped nervously and frowned. Orde's big, open, and brusque
manners bothered him as they would have bothered a cat.
"Got a son and heir over at my place," called Orde in his big voice.
"This old firm's got to rustle now, I tell you."
"Congratulate you, I'm sure," said Newmark rather shortly. "Mrs.
Orde is doing well, I hope?"
"Fine, fine!" cried Orde.
Newmark dropped the subject and plunged into a business matter.
Orde's attention, however, was flighty.
Pages:
300
301
302
303
304
305
306
307
308
309
310
311
312
313
314
315
316
317
318
319
320
321
322
323
324