For was it not a boy?
Had he not at last, after weary, weary waiting, the desire of his heart--a son to inherit the estate and perpetuate the ancient name?
"It is so sweet, papa!" Miss Mildred whispered, her small, rather sickly face quite radiant; "and its eyes are the image of yours.

He's asleep now, you know, and you can't see them.

And look at the dear, darling little hands and fingers and feet, and the speck of a nose and the dot of a mouth! Oh papa! isn't it splendid to have a baby in the house ?" "Very splendid," said papa, relaxing into a smile.

"A fine little fellow, nurse! There, cover him up again and let him sleep.

We must take extra care of the heir of Kingsland Court.