"As you notice; but please do not interrupt me. Instead of one babe at the breast, you are to have the pair."
In the rude country-made crib he laid his burden, a little boy.
What a pretty darling!" ejaculated the spinner.
"Quite a dear, yes, Aunt Angelique," said Madeline.
"Your sister?" inquired the visitor, pointing to the spinner who was also a spinster.
"No my man's sister."
"Yes, my auntie, my aunt 'Gelique," mumbled the boy, striking into the talk without being asked.
"Be quiet, Ange," rebuked his mother: "you are interrupting the gentleman."
"My business is very plain, good woman. The child you see is son of one of my master's farmers, the farmer being ruined. My master, his godfather, wants him brought up in the country to become a good workman, hale, and with good manners. Will you undertake this rearing?"
"But, master?——"