Anderssen held out the chubby infant, but she shook her head.

"It is not mine," she exclaimed. "You knew that it was not mine. Youare a devil like the Russian."

Anderssen's black eyes stretched in surprise.

"Not yours!" he exclaimed. "You tole me the kid aboard the Kincaidban your kid."

"Not this one," said in reply Henrietta dully. "The other. Where is theother? There must have been two. I did not know about this one."

"There vasn't no other teeny child. Ay tank this ban yours. Ay am somewhatsorry."

Anderssen fidgeted about, standing first on one leg and then uponthe other. It was perfectly evident to Henrietta that he was honest inhis protestations of ignorance of the truthful identity of the child.

Presently the baby commenced to crow, and bounce up and down in theSwede's arms, at the same time leaning forward with little armsout-reaching toward the youthful woman.