"Strike me silly," said Mr. Owens, "if that isn't a baby." "Of course it's a baby," said his wife. "And the question is, what is to be done with it?" "I daresay that is a question, Mistress Owens," said her husband. "And yet, it is not OUR question. For this here baby is unquestionably alive, and as such is nothing to do with us, and is no part of our world."