The father rises anxiously from his chair; the grandfather only pushes the book a little away from him, and lifts his eyes to the women.
"How is she?" inquires the young one further, with a trembling voice.
"She is over it!"
"Over it! over it!" stammers the young one.
"Mother, won't you say, Good luck to you?" asks the second. The old one reflects a moment and then asks:
"What has happened? Even if it is a girl—"
"No!"—the grandmother speaks for the first time—"it is a boy."
"Still-born?"
"No, it lives!" answers the old woman, and yet there is no joy in her tone.
"A cripple? Defective?"