“Kate,” whispered Pete; “Kate, of coorse.”
“Katherine,” said Nancy, and in that name the child was baptized.
Dr. Mylechreest came in as the service ended. Grannie held little Katherine up to him, and he controlled his face and looked at her.
“There's not much amiss with the child,” he said.
“I knew it,” shouted Pete.
“But perhaps the mother is a little weak and nervous,” he added quietly.
“Coorse she is, the bogh,” cried Pete.
“Let her see more company,” said the doctor.
“She shall,” said Pete.
“If that doesn't do, send her away for awhile.”