[The Dutch Youth
laughs. The English unconsciously emerge
from
their newspapers.]
American. My! That would appear to be quite a domestic incident.
[The Englishman suddenly utters a profound “Ha, Ha!” and disappears behind his paper. And that paper and the one opposite are seen to shake, and little sguirls and squeaks emerge.]
German. And you haf got her bundle, and her baby. Ha! [He cackles drily.]
American. [Gravely] I smile. I guess Providence has played it pretty low down on you. It’s sure acted real mean.
[The baby wails, and the little man jigs it with a sort of gentle desperation, looking apologetically from face to face. His wistful glance renews the fore of merriment wherever it alights. The American alone preserves a gravity which seems incapable of being broken.]
American. Maybe you’d better get off right smart and restore that baby. There’s nothing can act madder than a mother.
Little man. Poor thing, yes! What she must be suffering!
[A gale of laughter
shakes the carriage. The English for a
moment drop their papers,
the better to indulge. The little man
smiles a wintry smile.]
American. [In a lull] How did it eventuate?
Little man. We got there just as the train was going to start; and I jumped, thinking I could help her up. But it moved too quickly, and—and left her.
[The gale of laughter blows up again.]
American. Guess I’d have thrown the baby out to her.
Little man. I was afraid the poor little thing might break.
[The Baby wails; the
little man heaves it; the gale of laughter
blows.]
American. [Gravely] It’s highly entertaining—not for the baby. What kind of an old baby is it, anyway? [He sniff’s] I judge it’s a bit—niffy.
Little man. Afraid I’ve hardly looked at it yet.
American. Which end up is it?
Little Mam. Oh! I think the right end. Yes, yes, it is.
American. Well, that’s something. Maybe you should hold it out of window a bit. Very excitable things, babies!
ENGLISHWOMAN. [Galvanized] No, no!
Englishman. [Touching her knee] My dear!
American. You are right, ma’am. I opine there’s a draught out there. This baby is precious. We’ve all of us got stock in this baby in a manner of speaking. This is a little bit of universal brotherhood. Is it a woman baby?
Little man. I—I can only see the top of its head.
American. You can’t always tell from that. It looks kind of over-wrapped up. Maybe it had better be unbound.