'THE Baby! Oh, my cat's alive!' That is an expression which he uses to express despair unmixed with anger.
'Where did you ?--but that doesn't matter.

We'll talk of this later.' He rushed from the room, and in a moment or two we saw him mount his bicycle and ride off.
Quite shortly he returned with the distracted horse-man.
It was HIS baby, and not titled at all.

The horseman and his wife were the lodgers at the mill.

The nursemaid was a girl from the village.
She SAID she only left the Baby five minutes while she went to speak to her sweetheart who was gardener at the Red House.

But we knew she left it over an hour, and nearly two.
I never saw anyone so pleased as the distracted horseman.
When we were asked we explained about having thought the Baby was the prey of gipsies, and the distracted horseman stood hugging the Baby, and actually thanked us.
But when he had gone we had a brief lecture on minding our own business.
But Dora still thinks she was right.