False Alarm… by Aunt Bea

I remember when Naomi was going to be born.  Mom sent us up to Aunt Nora’s (we lived at Selma’s place then), but it was a false alarm and a week or so later she came to us.  She had long slim feet and looked like the other two girls.  Margie can tell all about that, she was the young lady of the house then.

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