"Can't say. Has the babe been a grabbin' and a clawin' at your nose, and a tryin' to suck it?"
"Once, Sally, when my nose got into the way."
"Then there's hunger too," said Sally, sententiously. "Them babies has terrible apertites, like canibals, and don't know what's good for 'em."
"Will you help me?" pleaded the boy. "Have you a feeding bottle?"
"Presarve and deliver us—I! What do you take me for, you imperant bye?"
"I think any medicine bottle would do, if well washed out. I shouldn't like, if there was any castor oil or senna tea dregs left, you know. But properly washed out, it might do, with a little milk in it."
"You'll choke the baby like that," said the old maid.
"I have seen how it is done. You stuff a bit of rag into the throat of the bottle, and leave a tip o' rag hanging out."
"Dare say, but you byes seems to understand these things better than I."
"Won't you come down and help me, Sally?"