Miss Parsons gathered up the things and departed with them to the nursery.
"Oh, can I watch you dress him?" asked Dot.
"I'm not going to dress him yet," Miss Parsons said. "You're not going for another two hours."
Dot looked at Eddie pleadingly. "Please, can't we go right away?" she asked.
"It's awfully hot out, Kid."
"But look, Eddie, it'll be a half hour or so by the time the baby's ready, and it'll be another half hour by the time we get home, and I figured that maybe I'd feel better if I could lay down a while home before supper. Can't we tell her to fix the baby right away?"
"All right. It's up to you."
Dot ran to the nursery. "We're leaving right away, Miss Parsons," she cried. "Could you fix the baby now?"
"Sure."
Miss Parsons plucked the baby from his crib. She took off the sanitarium clothes and began to dress him in his own little things. Dot thrilled. The diaper she had hemmed, the petticoat she had embroidered, were at last on the baby. Her eyes filled with tears of excitement when the little dress was buttoned on him. She laughed with delight when she saw the little bonnet on his head and the great white bow tied in a fascinating knot under his chin. He was wearing the sacque that Eddie had brought home. He looked kind of funny. Like a little pink monkey. Dot grabbed him away from Miss Parsons and kissed him again and again.
She waltzed with him into the room where Eddie was waiting so uneasily. He was pretending to read a magazine, but he couldn't concentrate on the words. He was bringing Dot and the kid home today. Home. Dot and the kid. Today.
