It was a curious young animal to me.

It took to the water wonderfully, and all three of us together sometimes, when I would call, would summon the nurse and see the young villain bathe.

This was when he was but a few months old.

He was such a royal fellow, so brave and buoyant, that I fell in love with him.
How could a lonely man help being foolish?
An odd name had the child.

It all came from the hours, when, all danger passed, a proud and happy man sat upon a bedside and looked down into the face of a proud and happy woman, and, at times, studied the quality of the odd mite beside her, half hidden in the waves of pillow and of sheet.