'I've adopted him.' 'Then it was you,' Dicky said, 'who scuttled the perambulator in the wood ?' 'Yes,' Alice said; 'we couldn't get it over the stile unless Dora put down the Baby, and we were afraid of the nettles for his legs.

His name is to be Lord Edward.' 'But, Dora--really, don't you think--' 'If you'd been there you'd have done the same,' said Dora firmly.

'The gipsies had gone.

Of course something had frightened them and they fled from justice.

And the little darling was awake and held out his arms to me.