It was not very reasonable that she should be at all sensitive with regard to him.
After Annie Stone had gone out of sight, Maria went around to the front of the little carriage, adjusted the white fur rug carefully, secured a tiny, white mitten on one of the baby's hands, and whispered to the baby alone.

"You _are_ sister's little honey love, aren't you, precious ?" and the baby smiled that entrancing smile of honesty and innocence which sent the dimples spreading to the lace frill of her cap, and reached out her arms, thereby displacing both mittens, which Maria adjusted; then, after a fervent kiss, she went her way.
However, she was not that afternoon to proceed on her way long uninterrupted.

For some time Josephine, the nurse-girl, had either been growing jealous, or chocolates were palling upon her.

Josephine had also found her own home locked up, and the key nowhere in evidence.

There would be a good half-hour to wait at the usual corner for Maria.