"And did you congratulate him, Jan?" I asked.
Janet tittered.
"He took an awfu' reid face when he cam in this mornin', did'n he,
Jean?"
"Aye, and he was grumpy a' day. He was ay frownin' at a' body. We cudna
help his wife haein' a bairn!"
"He looked as if he was angry at his wife haein' the bairn," said
Barbara.
I recalled my conjecture that he would try to give the bairns the
impression that he had nothing whatever to do with the affair, and I
laughed uproariously.