"That's the first glimmer of sense you've ever showed, James; though what he knows about babies I don't see. I'm sure he never was one himself. Now I'll set down—this baby's heavy—and you go and telephone."
"What'll I tell him, ma'am?"
"Tell him? Why, tell him we've got a baby unexpected and we don't know what to do with it."
James almost smiled again.
"I'll break the news to him careful, ma'am," he said.
When he was gone Drusilla scrutinized the baby's hood and coat.
"Jane," she said, "his clothes is pretty—-his mother must 'a' made 'em; and his socks is knit, not bought ones."
She examined each article of his clothing as carefully as would a mother inspecting her firstborn's wardrobe.
"He's dressed real nice.... Did you get him?" as James entered the room. "What did he say?"
"I did not speak to him, Miss Doane, but to Miss Daphne. She acted rather—well—rather excited, and said she would be over immediately with her father."