I saw them." "Here they are," said Jonas, fishing them out from the shawl, "he's kicked them off." "Well, we must put them on," I said, "it won't do to take him in, that way.

You hold him." So Jonas sat down on the feed-box, and carefully taking little Pat, he held him horizontally, firmly pressed between his hands and knees, with his feet stuck out toward me, while I knelt down before him and tried to put on the little socks.

But the socks were knit or worked very loosely, and there seemed to be a good many small holes in them, so that Pat's funny little toes, which he kept curling up and uncurling, were continually making their appearance in unexpected places through the sock.

But, after a great deal of trouble, I got them both on, with the heels in about the right places.
"Now they ought to be tied on," I said, "Where are his garters ?" "I don't believe babies have garters," said Jonas, doubtfully, "but I could rig him up a pair." "No," said I; "we wont take the time for that.

I'll hold his legs apart, as I carry him in.