asked.
'Why, adopt it, of course,' Dora said.

'I've often thought I should enjoy adopting a baby.

It would be a golden deed, too.

We've hardly got any in the book yet.' 'I should have thought there were enough of us,' Dicky said.
'Ah, but you're none of you babies,' said Dora.
'Unless you count H.O.as a baby: he behaves jolly like one sometimes.' This was because of what had happened that morning when Dicky found H.O.going fishing with a box of worms, and the box was the one Dicky keeps his silver studs in, and the medal he got at school, and what is left of his watch and chain.

The box is lined with red velvet and it was not nice afterwards.