observed the Stranger . `` Surely ? Very young ! '' He quietly turned over , and resumed his reading . But , before he could have read two lines , he again interrupted himself to say : `` Baby yours ? '' John gave him a gigantic nod : equivalent to an answer in the affirmative , delivered through a speaking trumpet . `` Girl ? '' `` Bo-o-oy ! '' roared John . `` Also very young , eh ? '' Mrs. Peerybingle instantly struck in . `` Two months and three da-ays . Vaccinated just six weeks ago-o ! Took very fine-ly ! Considered , by the doctor , a remarkably beautiful chi-ild ! Equal to the general run of children at five months o-ld ! Takes notice in a way quite wonder-ful ! May seem impossible to you , but feels his legs al-ready ! '' -LSB- Illustration : `` That 's the way I found him , sitting by the roadside ! Upright as a milestone . ''
-RSB- Here , the breathless little mother , who had been shrieking these short sentences into the old man 's ear , until her pretty face was crimsoned , held up the Baby before him XXXXX a stubborn and triumphant fact ; while Tilly Slowboy , with a melodious cry of `` Ketcher , Ketcher '' -- which sounded like some unknown words , adapted to a popular Sneeze -- performed some cow-like gambols around that all unconscious Innocent .
Bo-o-oy Peerybingle as before by chi-ild in months through to