Ellen： There's nothing more joyous than the arrival of a new baby.
     Susan： I am so excited, Mother！ Just imagine-Marilyn and Richard must be thrilled！ Oh, a new baby！
     Ellen： Max……Max……Max. Oh, it's a sweet-sounding name for a sweet little boy. My first grandchild.
     Susan： And my first nephew. Isn't he just adorable？ He looks a lot like you, Mom. He does.
     Ellen： Do you think so？ Well, I guess. He does look a lot like Richard, and I guess he looks a lot like me. Oh, he's got Richard's eyes, though.
     Susan： I really want Harry and Michelle to see Max.
     Ellen： When are they coming？
     Susan： Tomorrow. Harry has an account to work on today. Yes, he does have Richard's eyes. Big blue eyes. The baby even looks at you like Richard does.
     Ellen： Well, children usually referable their parents.
     Susan： It's true Michelle is a lot like Harry in so many ways. And she's shy with new people, just like he is.
     Ellen： You really like Michelle, don't you？
     Susan： Yes. I'm very fond of her.
     Ellen： And Harry, too？
     Susan： Well……
     Ellen： Uh, it's four-thirty. Oh, my！ Marilyn and Richard will be home from the hospital any minute, and we must prepare this room.
     Susan： Where will we put all the presents？
     Ellen： Well, let's take everything to the living room. Marilyn and Richard and the baby need the space. It's crowded in here.
     Grandpa： The welcome sign is up： "Welcome home, Max."
     Ellen： Isn't it exciting, Grandpa？
     Susan： Your first great-grandchild.
     Grandpa： Yes. Yes, sir. A great-grandchild. A great-grandson. Another generation to carry on the Stewart name.
     Susan： I love you, Grandpa. You make me feel so proud to be part of our family.
     Grandpa： One day, You'll have your own family, and I'll be proud to be part of it.
     Ellen： Now you understand my feelings, Susan. I'm Grandpa's daughter-in-law, but I feel like a Stewart. He's always made me feel like his own daughter.
     Grandpa： Well, that's because you're so much like us-wonderful！
     Susan： Mom, got it. This will make a nice gift for Marilyn and dates and information about Max's life here. Let's see. Name： Max Stewart. Does he have a middle name？
     Ellen： No, just Max. I like that. No middle name. No middle initial.
     Grandpa： Like me. I'm Malcolm Stewart. Just Malcolm Stewart.
     Susan： And Max has your initials, Grandpa：M.S.
     Ellen： Uh, it must mean something.
     Susan： Weight： eight pounds six ounces.
     Grandpa： Eight-six. Big boy！ All the Stewart men were big.
     Ellen： Well, Robbie was eight pounds two ounces, and Richard was eight pounds three.
     Susan： And me？
     Ellen： Eight pounds six. You were big, just like Max.
     Susan： Eight pounds six, just like me. That's nice. Length. Length？
     Ellen： Richard says Max is twenty-one inches long.
     Grandpa： Tall. All the Stewart men are tall.
     Ellen： Well, Grandpa, you're about five-nine or five-ten. I wouldn't call that tall.
     Grandpa： I take after my mother's family. They were……they were…… they were average.
     Susan： Mother：Marily.Father：Richard. And lots of pages for Richard's photos of Max.
     Grandpa： Speaking of mother and of father-and speaking of Max hear the car. They're here！
     Ellen： Oh！ Oh, quickly！ Go, go, go！
     Ellen： Let's see. Oh, welcome home. Oh, let her in. Wait with your pictures for a second. Come on, darlings. Sweetheart…… Sit down right here.
     Susan： Oh, he's so cute！ Oh, Marilyn！
     Robbie： Max looks just like Grandpa.
     Grandpa： A real Stewart.
     Marilyn： I'm so happy to be home with my family-and with Max.