I said they were green, and he pulled my ears.

But now I look, Nina, I think they are green.

And so bright! I can see my own in them, though it is so dark.

That is what they call looking babies." "Go to your uncle, Ruth, and tell him that I want him--on business." "I will, and he'll come to you.

He won't let me come down again, so kiss me, Nina; good-bye." Nina kissed the child again, and then was left alone in the room.