there was norman and ettie wilson 's baby that was born a mongoloid , its poor dear little feet turned in , its bald skull lumpy and cratered , its fingers webbed together as if it had dreamed too long and too deep while swimming that interior reach ; reverend mccracken had come and baptized the baby , and a day later mary dodge came , who even at that time had midwived over a hundred babies , and norman took ettie down the hill to see frank child 's new boat and although she could barely walk , ettie went with no complaint , although she had stopped in the door to look back at mary dodge , who was sitting calmly by the idiot baby 's crib and knitting .