Down went the contents of the bowl over the babe, which uttered a howl lusty, loud enough to have satisfied any nurse that the baptism was valid, and that the devil was expelled.
CHAPTER VI.
MEHETABEL IT MUST BE.
In at the barn door came Mrs. Verstage, Iver's mother.
"Iver! Wot's up?"
"Oh, mother!"
"Where's that babe?"
"Here, mother, on the ground."
"On the ground! Good life! Sowsed, soaked through and through, whatever have you been doin'? Holdin' it under the spout?"
"Baptizin' it, mother."