The next moment he had little Agnes in his arms, for his mother thought he might as well try, seeing he was awake.
"Do take care and don't let her fall, Willie." "That I will, mamma.

I've got her tight.

Now give me the bottle, please." "I haven't got it ready yet; for you woke the minute she began to cry." So Willie walked about the room with Agnes till his mother had got her bottle filled with nice warm milk-and-water and just a little sugar.
When she gave it to him, he sat down with the baby on his knees, and, to his great delight, and the satisfaction of his mother as well, she stopped crying, and began to drink the milk-and-water.
"Why, you're a born nurse, Willie!" said his mother.

But the moment the baby heard her mother's voice, she forsook the bottle, and began to scream, wanting to go to her.
"O mamma! you mustn't speak, please; for of course she likes you better than the bottle; and when you speak that reminds her of you.

It was just the same with Tibby yesterday.