Excerpt from SonnyA boy, you say, doctor? An' she don't know it yet? Then what 're you tellin' me for? No, sir - take it away. I don't want to lay my eyes on it till she's saw it - not if I am its father. She's its mother, I reckon!Better lay it down somew'eres an' go to her - not there on the rockin'-cheer, for somebody to set on - 'n' not on the trunk, please. That ain't none o' yo' ord'nary new-born bundles, to be dumped on a box that 'll maybe be opened sudden d'rec'ly for somethin' needed, an' he dropped ag'in' the wall-paper behind it.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.