"Baby!" I cried. "Where did you come from? Where's your mamma, darling?" And I took a step towards her.
"What's that, Silvia?" called Jack from within. I turned my head and saw him sitting at his desk.
"Come quick, Jack; there's the loveliest baby--" I turned back to the child, looked, blinked, and at this moment Jack stepped out beside me.
"Baby?" he inquired. "What on earth are you talking about, Silvia dearest?"
"Why, but--" I exclaimed. "There was one! How did she get away? She was sitting right there when I called."
"A baby !" repeated my husband. "My dear, babies don't appear and disappear like East-Indian magicians. You have been napping, and are trying to conceal the shameful fact."
"Jack," I said, decisively, "don't you suppose I know a baby when I see one? She was sitting r
