"I've nearly done him. The legs loll out too much yet, but when young Prowse have knocked up the coffin, we'll fit him in all natural as life."
Then he pointed to the other puppet.
"That's the very daps of her round shape," whispered 'the Infant' aside to Weekes, and Jarratt nodded.
"It is," he admitted.
Then he remembered what his mother had said and turned away with a qualm. Anon he fortified his spirit and sneered at himself.
"'Tis a good joke, sure enough. Won't hurt nobody really. But 'twill make a certain psalm-singing fool of a husband come down a peg or two. And well the man deserves it."
For his own comfort Weekes made this remark.
"How if the man breaks your head?" asked Taverner.
"Two can play at that game."
"When be us to know the parties?" piped Mr. Huggins. "I'm all on fire to hear who 'tis."