"Go on with your bread and butter.

You're not strong enough to lift him yet." So she took the baby herself, and set him on her knee.

Then Diamond began to amuse him, and went on till the little fellow was shrieking with laughter.

For the baby's world was his mother's arms; and the drizzling rain, and the dreary mews, and even his father's troubled face could not touch him.

What cared baby for the loss of a hundred situations?
Yet neither father nor mother thought him hard-hearted because he crowed and laughed in the middle of their troubles.