"All in good time," said Mrs. Yellam blandly.
"But I may drop off to sleep again."
"And a very good thing, too. The baby is asleep."
"Has he blue eyes?"
"Baby's eyes be allers blue at first."
"Is he like Alfred?"
"The living image. Now, don't 'ee talk."
"If you bring him to me, I'll be ever so quiet."
"I'll bring the child directly minute. 'Tis a lil' beauty, and a real credit to 'ee. Alferd'll be tickled to death. Unbeknownst to yourself, dear, you bore him what he wanted, and what I wanted. Now, I'll bring her in."
"Her——!"