Josey. Mrs. Reed has
offered to put on baby's cloak and hood; and, Martin, you had better get
on your bonnet, for the other carriage, with Mrs. Matthews and Mrs.
Codman in it, will be here directly."

The two nurses ran to the back room, where they had taken off their
outer garments, and in less than five minutes, Miss Fanny appeared with
Josey asleep on her shoulder, and Nurse behind her with baby Emma,
closely wrapped in her cloak and hood.

Mr. Codman cut short his wife's "good byes," by saying,--

"It will be midnight, wife, before we reach home;" so, with hasty
adieux, they jumped into the carriage and drove off.

Mr. and Mrs. Matthews followed directly, turning down the opposite
street, Martin screening her baby's face from the night air by a thin
veil.

It was a bright, beautiful evening, but rather cool. Mr. Codman held
Josey close to his breast; and his wife, with a warning to Ann to keep
Emma well covered, began to talk earnestly about the sermon.

CHAPTER III.

THE WRONG BABY.

In this way they rode on for four miles. "Almost half way," Fanny
observed, as they passed the five corners; "I suppose Mr. and Mrs.
Matthews are home by this time."

Just then, Josey awoke with a start and cry of alarm, which roused his
sister, and made her open her eyes. Fanny, who sat opposite, pulled
back her hood to quiet her, when, with a shriek, mamma cried out,--

"We've got the wrong baby! Oh, Nurse, you made a mistake! This is Mrs.
Matthews' Rose. Husband, stop the driver, quick!"

"Are you sure?" asked papa, who had been taking a short nap.

"Sure? Can't I tell my own baby? Emma has black eyes; and, look for
yourself, is this my baby's dress?"

"I see no difference, my dear."

"But, Frederick, it's awful, and every minute we're going farther away
from our little darling."

"Well, my dear, if you are positive, we must turn back, but it is a
great pity such a mistake was made."

"Mrs. Reed dressed both the babies," explained Aunt Fanny, trying to
recover her senses, after the fright.

"And I only carried down the one she gave me," argued Ann, choking back
a sob. "I saw it was our baby's cloak, and I never mistrusted the right
one wasn't inside of it."

It was a difficult matter to make the driver comprehend that he was
expected to go eight or ten extra miles to change babies.

"Why isn't one as good as t'other?" he asked, grumbling. "The horses 'll
never go through with it, and at this time of