I'm sorry, but we'll have to take him back." Aunt Hannah's eyes grew mutinous.
"But I thought the outdoor air was just the thing for him.

I'm sure your scientific hygienic nonsense says _that!_" "They do--they did--that is, some of them do," acknowledged Billy, worriedly; "but they differ, so! And the one I'm going by now says that Baby should always sleep in an _even_ temperature--seventy degrees, if possible; and that's exactly what the room in there was, when I left him.

It's not the same out here, I'm sure.

In fact I looked at the thermometer to see, just before I came out myself.

So, Aunt Hannah, I'm afraid I'll have to take him back." "But you used to have him sleep out of doors all the time, on that little balcony out of your room," argued Aunt Hannah, still plainly unconvinced.
"Yes, I know I did.