"Just exactly what he should weigh at five months, according to Morgan." There was no longer any doubt in anybody's mind that Jims was getting positively pretty.

His little cheeks were round and firm and faintly pink, his eyes were big and bright, his tiny paws had dimples at the root of every finger.

He had even begun to grow hair, much to Rilla's unspoken relief.

There was a pale golden fuzz all over his head that was distinctly visible in some lights.

He was a good infant, generally sleeping and digesting as Morgan decreed.