She met me, just as I entered the dining-room.
"What IN the world!" she breathlessly exclaimed.
"This," said I, taking Pat into a better position in my arms, "is my baby." "Your--baby!" said Euphemia.

"Where did you get it?
what are you going to do with it ?" "I got it in New Dublin," I replied, "and I want it to amuse and occupy me while I am at home.

I haven't anything else to do, except things that take me away from you." "Oh!" said Euphemia.
At this moment, little Pat gave his first whimper.

Perhaps he felt the searching glance that fell upon him from the lady in the middle of the room.
I immediately began to walk up and down the floor with him, and to sing to him.

I did not know any infant music, but I felt sure that a soothing tune was the great requisite, and that the words were of small importance.