"Fine little fellow, I should say, though I'm no judge," continued Mr. Crossleigh.
"And it isn't crying a bit. Do you suppose it's a foundling, left on our stoop, as we sometimes read of in the papers, Henry?"
"That's just what it is, of course. Folks don't leave small children around for a joke, wife."
"And have we got to take it in and keep it?"
"The law doesn't compel us to."
"But—Henry——"
"What is it, wife?"
"Do you suppose—we've never had any children. Do you think we could——"
"We can do whatever you say, wife," nodded
