"You may look at him, Markabee, if you like, did you ever see a healthier looking child?"
Markabee poked his brown face under the awning, holding his breath the while. Not till he was safely away did he trust himself with speech.
"A wunnerful child he be," he said. "And so powerful strong he du look."
"Would you say, Markabee?" Sir Josiah enquired anxiously, "is the child like his mother or his father?"
"A bit like both," said Markabee. "And wi' a look, aye now I du see it quite plain, a look of his grandfather tu, he hev got."
"You don't say so!" said Sir Josiah. "You don't say so—well bless my heart!" His round red face beamed and Markabee, cunning old sinner, chuckled behind his hand.
"That ought to be good enough for half a suvereign for I," he thought.
And now came nurse to take possession of her charge.
"He hasn't awakened, Sir Josiah, has he?" she said.
"Bless you my dear, no, not moved, he hasn't," Sir Josiah said.