you let me take her home? I was just going."
The child seemed to perceive her advantage, and her cries became more vociferous and more unintelligible than before.
"But were you really going?" asked the mother.
"Indeed I was, and am. Do let me take her. We should both enjoy it so much; and you will never be able to leave the field till the 'blues' have won."
"She is a naughty, fretful baby, but, if you want to spoil her you may. I suppose it is alla jumble to her poor little head, and she probably does not know whether her 'dee papa' is a red ora blue,"—and then with a most astounding confidence this rash mother resigned her offspring to the alarming situation proposed.
Miss Lamb reached down and lifted the child with a charming ease and grace, and then, holding her in her right arm, she walked her horse toward us, escorted
