She replied, gently, that she didn't know what to do, but had he the bad taste to kiss an Ape?
And he admitted that he had, and kissed the object gently, as if afraid of breaking it, and kissed the gentle mother a hundred to one.
I liked the Ape--for so they came to allude to that sturdy babe.

He may be my heir some day--though he was named, as Jean insisted, for his father--and I had many a frolic with him in his babyhood, when I was allowed to enter the sanctuary of that home.

He was a little viking, a little raider, this child, conceived in the forest.

There seemed to have come to him the daring and the vigor of outdoor things, and the force of nature.

A great man-child was this.
I was not alone in the rejoicing over the infant, though really he was, it seems to me, as dear to me, the isolated man, as to his parents.
They rioted in their vast possession, and were very foolish people.
But why should I keep repeating that these two were very foolish people together?
They were like other fathers and mothers, in some respects, but one difference I noted.