"Indeed, you may, Max," Violet answered, offering her lips.
"I'm glad she's come, and I expect to love her dearly," he remarked, when
he had touched his lips softly to the babe's cheek, "though I'd rather
she'd been a boy, as I have two sisters already and no brother at all."
"Haven't you a kiss for me, Lulu, dear?" Violet asked half entreatingly,
"and a welcome for your little sister?"
Lulu silently and half reluctantly kissed both, then turned and walked out
of the room.
Violet looked after her with a slight sigh, but at that moment her own
little brother and sister created a diversion by running in with a glad
greeting for her and the new baby.
Their delight was rather noisily expressed, and no one of the little group
either heard or saw a carriage drive up the avenue to the main entrance.
But Mr. Dinsmore and Elsie were on the watch for it (they had been
exchanging meaning, happy glances all the morning), and ready with the
warmest of greetings for the tall, handsome, noble looking man who hastily
alighted from it and ran up the veranda steps.
"Dear mother!" he said, grasping Mrs. Travilla's hand, then giving her a
filial kiss.
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