"What are you thinking of, Katerina Alexandrovna, you mustn't move like that! Wait a minute.

I'll give him to you.

Here we're showing papa what a fine fellow we are!" And Lizaveta Petrovna, with one hand supporting the wobbling head, lifted up on the other arm the strange, limp, red creature, whose head was lost in its swaddling clothes.

But it had a nose, too, and slanting eyes and smacking lips.

"A splendid baby!" said Lizaveta Petrovna.