"Why, what age do you call that little creature?" says Bucket. "It looks as if it was born yesterday." He is not at all rough about it; and as he turns his light gently on the infant, Mr. Snagsby is strangely reminded of another infant, encircled with light, that he has seen in pictures.

"What age is that little creature?" says Bucket. "It looks as if it was born yesterday." He turns his light gently on the infant.
