Youmeanyouwereactuallyjealousofyourownbaby？’shegasped。Why，Bertram，howcould——Andwasthatwhyyou——yousoughtdistractionand——Oh，but，Bertram，thatwasallmyf-fault，’shequaveredremorsefully。I
wouldn’tplay，norsing，norgotowalk，noranything；andIworehorridfrowzywrappersallthetime，and——’
Oh，come，come，Billy，’expostulatedtheman。I’mnotgoingtohaveyoutalklikethatabout_mywife!_’
ButIdid——thebooksaidIdid，’wailedBilly。
Thebook？Goodheavens!Arethereanybooksinthis，too？’demandedBertram。