“I should be kind, but firm.”
“You don’t know her.”
“How long haf you known her?”
“Anyhow, I’m not a soft-hearted sentimentalist that would just ruin the child.”
“Girls are not boys,” persisted the doctor; “dey want different treatment.”
“Well, I’m not a brute!” snarled Peter. “Besides, suppose she turns out rubbish! What do you know about her?”
“I take my chance,” agreed the generous doctor.
“It wouldn’t be fair,” retorted honest Peter.
“Tink it over,” said the doctor. “A place is never home widout de leedle feet. We Englishmen love de home. You are different. You haf no sentiment.”
“I cannot help feeling,” explained Peter, “a sense of duty in this matter. The child came to me. It is as if this thing had been laid upon me.”