He nodded his head.
"We have, my own darling, but not you, oh! not you, our first-born."
"Who is it, Mother?"
She hesitated.
"Tell him," said Mr. Devering quietly.
"It's—it's," her head drooped. "We did not wish you to know. Oh! who could have been cruel enough to enlighten you?"
"Is it little Big Wig?" asked the boy.
"No, no," said his mother. "Not my baby."
"Is it Dovey?"