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dislike of the man, could not help feeling gratified with this attention. 'Well, mind you don't let him fall.'
But the instant Slyme took hold of the child it began to cry even louder than it did when it was put into the cradle.
'He's always like that with strangers,' apologised Ruth as she took him back again.
'Wait a minute,' said Slyme. 'I've got something upstairs in my pocket that will keep him quiet. I'd forgotten all about it.'
He went up to his room and presently returned with the rattle. When the baby saw the bright colours and heard the tinkling of the bells he crowed with delight, and clutching at it eagerly allowed Slyme to take him without a murmur of protest. Before Ruth had finished making and serving the tea, the man and the child were on the very best of terms with each other, so much so indeed that when his mother was ready to take him again, the baby seemed reluctant to part from Slyme, who had been dancing him in the air and tickling him in the most delightful way.
Ruth, too, began to have a better opinion of their lodger, and felt inclined to reproach herself for having taken such an unreasonable dislike to him at first. He was evidently a very good sort of fellow after all.
The baby had by this time discovered the use of the bone ring at the end of the handle of the toy and was biting it energetically.
'It's a very beautiful rattle,' said Ruth. 'Thank you very much for it, it's just the very thing he wanted.'
'I heard you say the other day that he wanted something of the kind to bite on to help his teeth through,' answered Slyme, 'and when I happened to notice that in the shop I remembered what you said and thought I'd bring it home.'
The baby took the ring out of its mouth and shaking the rattle frantically in the air laughed and crowed merrily, looking at Slyme.
'Dad! dad! dad!' he cried, holding out his arms.
Slyme and Ruth burst out laughing.
'That's not your dad, you silly boy,' she said, kissing the child as she spoke; 'your dad ought to be ashamed of himself for staying out like this. We'll give him dad, dad, dad, when he does come home, won't we?'
But the baby only shook the rattle and rang the bells and laughed and crowed and laughed again, louder than ever.
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