But I think she was pleased all the same.
"Where's Nance?" The question was shot out rather than asked.
I indicated the upper regions of the house with my thumb, and inclined my ear to direct her attention.
A high voice of wonderful tone and compass (if a little thin) was lifted up in a decimating howl. Ensued a gentle confused murmur: "Didums, then? Was it, then?" together with various lucid observations of that kind.
A change passed over the Hempie's face.
"Now we are in for it," I thought. "She will leave the house and never enter it again. The Hempie hates babies. She has always been particularly clear on that point."
"Why did you never tell me, Alec?"
"Because—because—we thought you would not care to hear. I understood you didn't like——"
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
"Boy."