Date: 1893
Had he been rich enough to keep them in a nursery, and see them at intervals, picturesquely dressed, he would probably have liked them as well as he did all other pretty things ; but a poor man's baby, squalling at all houft, and dribbling over its wretched frock — growing up with an enormous appetite and no pockethandkerchief — pah !  And this soft fool could give that smile (he could appreciate it æsthetic ally, and knew that a painter might have died happy who had laid such a smile on canvas) because the little howling- machine had waked up !  "At all events, he won't give me much trouble if I am caught on his premises," thought he.