said my aunt, with her grave look, and her forefinger up as before, ‘I am going to ask you another question.

Look at this child.’

‘David’s son?’ said Mr. Dick, with an attentive, puzzled face.

‘Exactly so,’ returned my aunt. ‘What would you do with him, now?’

‘Do with David’s son?’ said Mr. Dick.

‘Ay,’ replied my aunt, ‘with David’s son.’

‘Oh!’ said Mr. Dick. ‘Yes.

Do with — I should put him to bed.’

‘Janet!’ cried my aunt, with the same complacent triumph that I had remarked before.