Book One—Chapter Three.
“O Eedie, I’ve Found a Child.”
Ransey Tansey took his tiny sister tenderly up and spread her, as it were, on the soft moss.
“She’s in for a regular forenooner, Bob,” said the boy, “and I’m not sure I don’t like Babs just as well when she is asleep. Seems so innercent-like, you know.”
Bob looked as if he really did understand, and tried by means of his brown eyes and that fag-end of a tail to let his master know that he too liked Babs best asleep, because then no attempts were made to gouge his eyes out with pieces of stick, or to ram the business end of a tin whistle halfway down his throat.
“Bob!” said Ransey.
“Yes, master,” said Bob, raising his ears.
“Babs is a sailor’s darter, ye know.”
Bob assented.
“Well, she ought’er sleep in a hammock.”