The baby responded instantly by again demanding that Bud should take.
"Pik-k ?" said Bud, a mitten over one eye.
"Pik-k ?" said the baby, spreading his fat hand again and twinkling at Bud between his fingers.

But immediately afterwards it gave a little, piteous whimper.

"Take--Uvin Chal!" it beseeched Bud with voice and starlike blue eyes together.

"Take!" There was that in the baby's tone, in the unbaby-like insistence of its bright eyes, which compelled obedience.

Bud had never taken a baby of that age in his arms.