In the first place, I don't believe in it; but, even if I did, I'd have to be careful on account of Cyril.

Imagine Cyril's trying to write his music with a baby in the room! No! I shall keep the baby in the nursery, if possible; but wherever it is, it won't be anywhere near Cyril's den, anyway." Billy suppressed many a smile during the days that immediately followed the coming of the twins.

Some of the smiles, however, refused to be suppressed.

They became, indeed, shamelessly audible chuckles.
Billy was to sail the tenth, and, naturally, during those early July days, her time was pretty much occupied with her preparations for departure; but nothing could keep her from frequent, though short, visits to the home of her brother-in-law.
The twins were proving themselves to be fine, healthy boys.

Two trained maids, and two trained nurses ruled the household with a rod of iron.