Every one came to see the Big Baby--so it was called by universal consent--and most of them said, "E's a Bouncer," and almost all remarked to him, "_Did_ they ?" Miss Fletcher came and said she "never _did_," which was perfectly true.
Lady Wondershoot, the village tyrant, arrived the day after the third weighing, and inspected the phenomenon narrowly through glasses that filled it with howling terror.

"It's an unusually Big child," she told its mother, in a loud instructive voice.

"You ought to take unusual care of it, Caddles.

Of course it won't go on like this, being bottle fed, but we must do what we can for it.

I'll send you down some more flannel." The doctor came and measured the child with a tape, and put the figures in a notebook, and old Mr.Drift-hassock, who fanned by Up Marden, brought a manure traveller two miles out of their way to look at it.