"Two lemons!" replied the father. "Lots of lemons."
The infant came and put a lemon in each of his father's open hands. Then he stood back to look.
"Two lemons!" repeated the father. "Come, Johnny! Come and say Hello to Daddy."
"Daddy going back?" said the child.
"Going back? Well—well—not to-day."
And he gathered his son in his arms.
"Take a coat off! Daddy take a coat off!" said the boy, squirming debonair away from the cloth.
"All right, son! Daddy take a coat off."
He took off his coat and laid it carefully aside, then again took his son in his arms. The naked woman looked down at the naked infant in the arms of the man in his shirt sleeves. The boy had pulled off the father's hat, and Juliet looked at the sleek, black-and-grey hair of her husband, not a hair out of place. And utterly, utterly indoors. She was silent for a long time, while the father talked to the child, who was fond of his Daddy.
"What are you going to do about it, Maurice?" she said, suddenly.