"Ye can't drive it, ner coax it, ner scare it away, ner do nuthin' to it," said Tunk, presently.
He rose and picked up the things Trove had brought with him. "I'll take these to the barn," said he; "they'd have a fit—if they was t' see 'em. What be they?"
"I do not know what they are," said Trove.
"Wal!" said Tunk. "They're queer folks—them Frenchmen. This looks like an iron bar broke in two in the middle."
He got his lantern, picked up the bottle, the sling-shot, and the iron, and went away to the barn.
Trove went to the bedroom door and rapped, and was admitted. He went to work with the baby, and soon, to his joy, it lay asleep on the bed. Then he left the room on tiptoe, and a bit weary.
"A very full day!" he said to himself.
"Teacher, counsellor, martyr, constable, nurse—I wonder what next!"
And as he went to his room, he heard Miss S'mantha say to her sister, "I'm thankful it's not a boy, anyway."