Explore "A Baby in the House" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I knew that a baby was hid in the house; / Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry, / But the husband went tiptoeing round like a mouse, / And the good wife was humming a soft lullaby; / And there was a look on the face of that mother / That I knew could mean only _one_ thing, and no other.
"The _mother_," I said to myself; for I knew / That the woman before me was certainly that, / For there lay in the corner a tiny cloth shoe, / And I saw on the stand such a wee little hat; / And the beard of the husband said plain as could be, / "Two fat, chubby hands have been tugging at me."