"No; the sailor said it was not baptized."
"What's the color of its eyes?"
"I don't know."
"Has it got any hair?"
"I have not looked."
"P'raps it's an idjot?"
"I don't think so."
"And is deformed?"
"Oh, no."
"Well, I can't have no baby here as I don't know nothin about. You can take it over to the Snellings. They may fancy it. I won't have nothin' to do with a babe as ain't got no parents and no name, and ain't got no hair and no color in its eyes. There is my Samuel snorin'. Take the child away. I don't want no measles, and smallpox, and scarlatina, and rickets brought into my house. Quick, take the nasty thing off as fast as you can."