h full.

The cry continued.

The man went to the chest.

"So it is your bundle that wails! Vale of Jehoshaphat! Behold a
vociferating parcel! What the devil has your bundle got to croak about?"

He unrolled the jacket. An infant's head appeared, the mouth open and
crying.

"Well, who goes there?" said the man. "Here is another of them. When is
this to end? Who is there? To arms! Corporal, call out the guard!
Another bang! What have you brought me, thief! Don't you see it is
thirsty? Come! the little one must have a drink. So now I shall not have
even the milk!"

He took down from the things lying in disorder on the shelf a bandage of
linen, a sponge and a phial, muttering savagely, "What an infernal
place!"

Then he looked at the little infant. "'Tis a girl! one can tell that by
her scream, and she is drenched as well." He dragged away, as he had
done from the boy, the tatters in which she was knotted up rather than
dressed, and swathed her in a rag, which, though of coarse linen, was
clean and dry. This rough and sudden dressing made the infant angry.

"She mews relentlessly," said he.

He bit off a long piece of sponge, tore from the roll a square piece of
linen, drew from it a bit of thread, took the saucepan containing the
milk from the stove, filled the phial with milk, drove down the sponge
halfway into its neck, covered the sponge with linen, tied this cork in
with the thread, applied his cheeks to the phial to be sure that it was
not too hot, and seized under his left arm the bewildered bundle which
was still crying. "Come! take your supper, creature! Let me suckle you,"
and he put the neck of the bottle to its mouth.

The little infant drank greedily.

He held the phial at the necessary incline, grumbling, "They are all the
same, the cowards! When they have all they want they are silent."

The child had drunk so ravenously, and had seized so eagerly this breast
offered by a cross-grained providence, that she was taken with a fit of
coughing.

"You are going to choke!" growled Ursus. "A fine gobbler this one, too!"

He drew away the sponge which she was sucking, allowed the cough to
subside, and then replaced the phial to her lips, saying, "Suck, you
little wretch!"

In the meantime the boy had laid down his fork. Seeing the infant drink
had made him forget to eat. The moment before, while he ate, the
expression in his face was satisfaction; now it was gratitude. He
watched the infant's renew