"I see no difference, my dear."
"But, Frederick, it's awful, and every minute we're going farther away from our little darling."
"Well, my dear, if you are positive, we must turn back, but it is a great pity such a mistake was made."
"Mrs. Reed dressed both the babies," explained Aunt Fanny, trying to recover her senses, after the fright.
"And I only carried down the one she gave me," argued Ann, choking back a sob. "I saw it was our baby's cloak, and I never mistrusted the right one wasn't inside of it."
It was a difficult matter to make the driver comprehend that he was expected to go eight or ten extra miles to change babies.
"Why isn't one as good as t'other?" he asked, grumbling. "The horses 'll never go through with it, and at this time of night it's no use."
But Mr. Codman, who was now wide awake, and well understood the distress which agitated his wife, without the squeeze she was giving his hand, and her continual "Oh dear! Oh, my poor baby!" now said, firmly,—
"We wont waste words about it. We must go to Easton parsonage as quickly as possible."
"I'll take the short cut, then, across the moor. The moon is so bright I can keep out of the ruts."