"He's bewitched, ... He's been talking like a man."
"Take him! take him!" she cried, hysterically, and before I could resist her insistence, Horatio was squirming in my bare arms. "He's bewitched," continued his nurse, frantically. "He's been talking like a man. I'm through with him. He ain't a baby! You just wait a moment, Mrs. Minturn. He'll speak again in a moment. He's got a voice like a steam calliope. And what he says! Oh, my!"
"Take her away at once," Tom was crying to the butler. "She has gone crazy," he went on, rushing past our astounded guests to my assistance. "Don't be frightened, my dear! I always thought that she was unbalanced, and now I know it. Poor little Horatio! He looks scared to death!"
CHAPTER VII.
A BIOLOGIST AND A BABY.
We know these things are so, we ask not why,
But act and follow as the dream goes on.
--Lord Houghton.
"Isn't he a lovely baby!"
"Don't send him away, Mrs. Minturn."
"Get his high chair for him, James."
"See him smile! I don't wonder at his relief. Just imagine being in the care of a crazy nurse!"