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climb the hill so often; and then the
time came when she did not climb it
at all. And the two old ladies began
to be very busy with knitting and
crochet work, and the balls of yarn
rolled all over the room as the busy
old fingers pulled at them.
Miss Mary and Miss Martha sat op
posite each other in their chairs, their
fingers working and the needles click
ing, and, as they worked, the solilo
quized: "A ink ribbon on the little cap,
because, of course, it is going to be a
boy," said little Miss Martha.
"How glad I am it is going to be a
girl," said Miss Mary. "I love blue
ribbons. I think a baby girl with a
dainty little cap with a blue ribbon on
it is just the sweetest thing in the
"I can't abide blue," soliloquized
Miss Martha. "I am so glad that
Maud's baby is to be a boy. Charles?
Or Ferdinand? My uncle or my
father? I think Ferdinand will sound
prettier, and then, it would be a sort
of tribute to papa."
- "She must be called Dorothy,, after
mamma," Miss Mary soliloquized.
They emphasized their sentiments
to callers, and it did not take at all
a long time for the news to reach
Mrs. John Springer, in the house at
the bottom of the hill.
"The dear old things!" she sajd to
her husband. "Oh, John, one of them
is going to be so dreadfully disap
pointed. Whatever shall we do?"
"Well, my dear, they are bringing
their own troubles on their own
- heads," laughing. "We must just
leave them to work out their own
problems. Anyway, we shall be hap
py, whichever way it is, won't we
Maud smiled up at her husband,
and he put his arm round her shoul--ders
and kissed her.
And now the day arrived when the
blue and the pink ribbon each re
posed upon its cap, along with little
jackets and coats and all the para
phernalia of babydom. And the little
maiden ladies waited. And the wait
proved longer than they had expect
ed. And by and by rumors began to
spread about the town, and then a
carriage drove swiftly up from the
station, and a famous specialist leap
ed out and ran through the room in
which the two old ladies sat, wait
ing. "Dear Lord, save her to me!" pray
ed Miss Martha upon her knees.
"Thou knowest I want her we want
Little Miss Mary started, for this
was the first time in all those years
that her sister had betrayed the rec
ognition of her identity.
"Martha! Sister!" she said in a
trembling voice. And it was Mar
tha's turn to tremble and look afraid,
for she had not dared to hope that
the olive branch, held out, would bear
such fruit so soon.
The little old ladies looked at each
other, and of a sudden they fell into
each other's arms and cried. And as
the tears streamed down their
cheeks and mingled, they asked each
other's forgiveness with sobs and
"I I I hope it will be a girl!
There!" said little Miss Martha.
"No, no! It is going to be a boy.
I want it to be a boy!" answered Miss
Mary. And each had gone as far as
it was possible to go when she made
There was the sound of hurried
footsteps on the stairs, and Doctor
Springer came into the room. In
stantly the two old ladles had seized
him, one by each hand, and their
wrinkled old faces were upturned to
"John! She is doing well?" they
both pleaded together.
"Well!" cried John Springer.
"Why, it's all over. It is "
"A girl!" exclaimed Miss Martha.
"I hope it is a girl."
"A boy!" said little Miss Mary.
"Well it's both," admitted John
Springer, rubbing his hands. "A boy
and a girl. Eight pounders. So we'll