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excited that there was no holding her. Such an interesting
birthday gift never was; the little girls talked of it all day.

- Bethiah made a wonderful cake, and they had a party in
the garden, carefully putting aside a little of everything for
the new baby. After the party they carried the plateful of
goodies up-stairs, and were quite disappointed when they found
the baby could not eat any of them.

“ Hasn’t he any toofies?” asked Amy, in distress. “ Won’t
he ever have any ?”

“Oh, yes,” the nurse said.

“ Mamma says he is named Arthur,” said May, as the two

were sitting on the steps in the lower hall. “ Won’t it be nice
to have him to s’prise papa? I wish papa would come.”

Just then the front door opened, and in walked papa with
Horace, the latter looking very pale, but quite himself other-
wise.

The little girls threw themselves into papa’s arms with

_ glad cries, telling him of the little new brother. “A live doll

for me,” said Amy; “he is my birfday gift, papa.” .

. “Oh, yes, it is your birthday, isn’t it? Here, Horace,
open that valise, son, and take out those packages, while I go
up-stairs to see this wonderful baby,” papa said.

And in a trice Amy had in her arms another Rosy-Posy,
and there was a box of candy for herself and one for May,
which papa had brought for the birthday.

“Oh May,” said the little one, as they were preparing for