"Take your baby, and please carry him home as quick as you can, for I am certainly not going to take care of him." "Of course not," said I."Now that I see how it's done, I'm going to do it myself.

Jonas will mix his feed and I will give it to him.

He looks sleepy now.

Shall I take him upstairs and lay him on our bed ?" "No, indeed," cried Euphemia.

"You can put him on a quilt on the floor, until after luncheon, and then you must take him home." I laid the young Milesian on the folded quilt which Euphemia prepared for him, where he turned up his little pug nose to the ceiling and went contentedly to sleep.
That afternoon I nailed four legs on a small packing-box and made a bedstead for him.