Mary regarded the other two anxiously. "They're beginning to shiver," she said, "and I can't dress both at once."
Jack sat on the edge of the barge with his feet on the raft. "Give me the baby," he said.
"You couldn't dress a baby," she said, with a provoking dimple in either cheek.
"Yes, I can, if he wears pants," said Jack serenely. "There's no mystery about pants."
"Besides, he'd yell," she objected.
"No, he won't," said Jack. "Try him and see."
And in sooth he did not yell, but sat on Jack's knee while his little shirt was pulled over his head and buttoned, sucking his thumb, and staring at Jack with a piercing, unflinching stare.
"You have a way with babies," the girl said in the sweet, hushed voice that continually astonished him.
He looked at her with his mocking smile. "And with girls?" his eyes asked boldly.
She blushed, and attended strictly to Colin's buttons.