CHAPTER XVI.
"Isn't he a monster ?" said Mab, as she sat before the kitchen fire in Quiller's humble dwelling with Mrs.Quiller's three months' old baby in her arms.

"I guess he'd fetch a prize at a baby show, Mrs.Quiller.

Isn't he just too knowing for anything ?" "He's the best of the bunch, miss," said Mrs.Quiller proudly.

"The other eight, they weren't nothing special.

But this one, he be a beauty, though it ain't me as should say it.