"Good morning, Bateese," said the Chaplain.
"Goot mornin', Padre," replied the habitant, pulling his forelock.
"What can I do for you?"
The exceeding gravity of Bateese's countenance made his mission very uncertain.
"Nothing wrong, I hope. Is Madame Bateese well?"
"Oui, oui, Padre."
"And that big bouncing boy of yours?"
"Yes, he tres bien, Monsieur."
"Well, my man, I'm glad to hear it. Tell me now what you want. You see I haven't much time to lose. The men are gathering for the service."
"Veil, Monsieur, it ess about de boy. Ve call him George after de Colonel, and Emil after me, and Emmiline want to have him baptize, vat you call christen."