know all about it. Listen to Dinah! Dick, she's going to begin!"
But Dinah, having heaved her moan, merely shuddered and was still again.
"Just fancy, Dick," the little one went on, "it happened in a chall like ours!" She was quiet for a moment, her eyes fixed on the glossy rumps of the cows. Then, turning quickly—"I know about it, and I'll show you. Dick, you must be Saint Joseph, and I'll be the Virgin Mary. Wait a bit"
Her quick fingers began to undress the sailor-doll and fold his clothes carefully. "I meant to christen him Robinson Crusoe," she explained, as she laid the small garments, one by one, on the straw; "but he can't be Robinson Crusoe till I've dressed him up again." The doll was stark naked now, with waxen face and shoulders, and bulging bags of sawdust for body and legs.
"Dick," she said, folding the doll in her arms and kissing it—"St. Joseph, I mean—the first thing we've got to do is to let people know he's born. Sing that carol I heard you trying over
