A big tear fell, presently, on the nose of the baby, who roared disapproval; whereupon they both fell to consoling him apologetically.
"I must take him away—he's so big, he'll make you tired," his mother said, gathering her son up proudly.
"Thank you for lending him to me," Mrs. Lester said. "I think he kept me from going mad. He's such a dear, comfortable baby—just what Dick was. How many teeth has he?"
The baby's mother told her, with other thrilling details—so engrossing that they did not hear Mr. Lester's step until he was beside them.
"He's just as peaceful as that baby is going to be in two minutes," he said, smiling at the little sleepy face. "And you're going to lie down as peacefully, too, the moment I can get you home. Come on, we must go and tell Merle that she need be 'Legs' no longer!"
CHAPTER XIX.
WHEN THE WORLD CAME RIGHT AGAIN
"Good man!" said Teddy Raine.
"Great action!" said Bottles.
"Do you think," queried Nugent thoughtfully, "that there's any tendency to string-halt? Bit of a kick about that off leg."