Look at this child.' 'David's son ?' said Mr.Dick, with an attentive, puzzled face.
'Exactly so,' returned my aunt.

'What would you do with him, now ?' 'Do with David's son ?' said Mr.Dick.
'Ay,' replied my aunt, 'with David's son.' 'Oh!' said Mr.Dick.

'Yes.

Do with--I should put him to bed.' 'Janet!' cried my aunt, with the same complacent triumph that I had remarked before.

'Mr.Dick sets us all right.