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Webster, Henry Kitchell, 1875-1932

"The Real Adventure"

She stared,
bewildered.
"There were twins, Rose," she heard Rodney explaining triumphantly, but
still with something that wasn't quite a laugh, "a boy and a girl.
They're perfectly splendid. One weighs seven pounds and the other six."
Her eyes widened and she looked up into his face so that the pitiful
bewilderment in hers was revealed to him.
"But the _baby!_" she said. Her wide eyes filled with tears and her
voice broke weakly. "I wanted a baby."
"You've got a baby," he insisted, and now laughed outright. "There are
two of them. Don't you understand, dear?"
Her eyes drooped shut, but the tears came welling out along her lashes.
"Please take them away," she begged. And then, with a little sob she
whispered, "I wanted a baby, not those."
Rodney started to speak, but some sort of admonitory signal from the
nurse silenced him.
The nurse went away with her bundle, and Rodney stayed stroking her limp
hand.
In the dark, ever so much later, she awoke, stirred a little restlessly,
and the nurse, from her cot, came quickly and stood beside her bed.


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