![]() ![]() He’d apparently found the time to change out of the improvised toga and into perfectly respectable attire. He’d decided to stop worrying about the child and was crouched down cooing over her and making silly faces. Lord Maccon looked properly horrified at the idea.Īlexia grinned even more broadly as she came to a wonderful realization. ![]() “Be a sensible thing with parents like us.” ![]() “Shouldna she be crying? Aren’t all bairns supposed to cry?” “Why isna she crying?” complained Lord Maccon. “I assure you, the appearance improves with time.”Īlexia held out her arms-her dress was already ruined anyway-and received the pink wriggling thing into her embrace. Madame Lefoux pursed her lips and turned the infant about, as though she hadn’t quite looked closely before. “Goodness,” said an exhausted Lady Maccon, “are babies customarily that repulsive looking?” When the infant finally appeared, she held it up for Alexia to see, rather proudly as though she’d done all the hard work herself. In her scientific way, she was unexpectedly adept at the job. ![]()
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