In the corner of the spare room, there's a little cradle now: and the day-to-day routine has gotten busier somehow. There's a bib among the napkins--and a talcumy perfume drifts around the little toys that lie about the room. The little teddy bear stands guard with his round and rolly eyes when all the house is still but for the sounds of lullabies. Yet even without all these things, it's still obvious somehow from the happiness that fills the air--a baby girl lives here now.
