Four times now has he brought his umbrella to bed with him and scratched me by joggling it around with the sharp points of the ribs toward me.

What on earth he means I cannot imagine.

He said he thought somehow it was the baby, but that is so preposterous that I can hardly believe him." "Why can't you?
Don't you remember perfectly well that I emptied a bottle of milk into the umbrella twice?
Would I have done that if I hadn't thought it was the baby ?" "There, now, Wilberforce! that's enough from you.

Do let me have a chance to talk! And, colonel, the real baby he treats in the most malignant manner.

A few days ago he mesmerized it secretly, and scared me so that I am ill from the effects of it yet.