“It’s like a cripple.”
“It’s like a young giant, my dear, and you’ve no cause to be ashamed of him.”
“You’ve done something to him, Dandy,” she said. “I can see it in your face.”
“Well, it hasn’t stopped his growth, anyhow,” said Redwood heartlessly.
“I knew,” said Mrs. Redwood, and clenched her pocket-handkerchief ball fashion in one hand. She looked at him with a sudden change to severity. “What have you done to our child, Dandy?”
“What’s wrong with him?”
“He’s so big. He’s a monster.”
“Nonsense. He’s as straight and clean a baby as ever a woman had. What’s wrong with him?”
“Look at his size.”
“That’s all right. Look at the puny little brutes about us! He’s the finest baby—”