A pause succeeded, during which the honest and irrepressible baby made a series of leaps and crows at little Jane, who appeared to me to be the only member of the family (irrespective of servants) with whom it had any decided acquaintance.
"Mr.Drummle," said Mrs.Pocket, "will you ring for Flopson?
Jane, you undutiful little thing, go and lie down.

Now, baby darling, come with ma!" The baby was the soul of honor, and protested with all its might.

It doubled itself up the wrong way over Mrs.Pocket's arm, exhibited a pair of knitted shoes and dimpled ankles to the company in lieu of its soft face, and was carried out in the highest state of mutiny.

And it gained its point after all, for I saw it through the window within a few minutes, being nursed by little Jane.
It happened that the other five children were left behind at the dinner-table, through Flopson's having some private engagement, and their not being anybody else's business.

I thus became aware of the mutual relations between them and Mr.Pocket, which were exemplified in the following manner.