Whether smelling or hearing had most to do in causing his obedience, I cannot tell; perhaps you can.
"Now, Harry, go and see if nurse and baby are ready to go out with you.

You must lose no time this beautiful morning." Ruth found Mr Bellingham was not yet come down; so she sallied out for an additional half-hour's ramble.

Flitting about through the village, trying to catch all the beautiful sunny peeps at the scenery between the cold stone houses, which threw the radiant distance into aerial perspective far away, she passed by the little shop; and, just issuing from it, came the nurse and baby, and little boy.

The baby sat in placid dignity in her nurse's arms, with a face of queenly calm.

Her fresh, soft, peachy complexion was really tempting; and Ruth, who was always fond of children, went up to coo and to smile at the little thing, and, after some "peep-boing," she was about to snatch a kiss, when Harry, whose face had been reddening ever since the play began, lifted up his sturdy little right arm and hit Ruth a great blow on the face.
"Oh, for shame, sir!" said the nurse, snatching back his hand; "how dare you do that to the lady who is so kind as to speak to Sissy." "She's not a lady!" said he, indignantly.