One thing I am sure of, John,
and that is, the baby belongs to rich people, and, I think, to some
nobleman, for all the things have a coronet on them, and its clothes are
all so fine."
"Is there no name on any of them?"
"No, nor anything to give us the least idea who the child is. It has
evidently been accustomed to luxury, though, and somehow I fancy it is a
foreign child. I never saw any baby's clothes made as these are," said
Mrs. Shelley.
A foreign child was an idea John Shelley could not accept so suddenly.
His slow phlegmatic mind could not travel beyond his own
country--scarcely beyond the Sussex downs.
"More likely to be one of the quality's children. They don't make their
clothes as we do, I expect; but if you show Mr. Leslie that coronet he
may be able to make something of it."
And so it was arranged that Mrs. Shelley should go the next day and
consult the rector about their new-found treasure; but she fully made up
her mind to use all the eloquence in her power to persuade Mr. Leslie to
convince John it was plainly their duty to keep the baby which had been
so mysteriously brought to them until its rightful owners claimed it.
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