If we had mamma with us, _sometimes_ she'd say, No." The tired woman greeted Miss Dimple cordially.

She was not only willing, but very well pleased to have the uneasy baby taken out of her arms.
Dotty drew off her gloves, and laid the little one's head tenderly against her cheek.

Baby looked wonderingly into the bright eyes bending above him, reached up a chubby hand, caught Dotty's hat, and twitched it towards the left ear.
"Sweetest cherub!" said the fond mother, as if the child had done a good deed, "Take off your hat, little girl.

I'll hang it in the rack." Dotty was glad to obey.

But baby was just as well satisfied with his new friend's hair as he had been with the hat.