That's easy.

It's the one that was left on your doorstep last night," said the man glibly.
"Well, I guess you're right," began Anderson disconsolately.
"Boy or girl ?" demanded Mrs.Crow, shrewdly and very quickly.

She had been inspecting the man more closely than before, and woman's intuition was telling her a truth that Anderson overlooked.

Mr.Hawkshaw was not only very seedy, but very drunk.
"Madam," he responded loftily, "it is nothing but a mere child." "I'll give you jest one minute to get out of this house," said Mrs.Crow sharply, to Anderson's consternation.

"If you're not gone, I'll douse you with this kettle of scalding water.