American. Guess I'd have thrown the baby out.
Little Man. I was afraid the poor little thing might break. [The Baby wails; the Little Man heaves it; the gale of laughter blows.]
American [gravely]. It's highly entertaining—not for the baby. What kind of an old baby is it, anyway? [He sniffs.] I judge it's a bit—niffy.
Little Man. Afraid I've hardly looked at it yet.
American. Which end up is it?
Little Man. Oh! I think the right end. Yes, yes, it is.
American. Well, that's something. Guess I should hold it out of winder a bit. Vurry excitable things, babies!
Englishwoman [galvanized]. No, no!
Englishman [touching her knee]. My dear!
American. You are right, ma'am. I opine there's a draught out there. This baby is precious. We've all of us got stock in this baby in a manner of speaking. This is a little bit of universal brotherhood. Is it a woman baby?