Their Child

by Robert Herrick

“THERE he comes with Dora! I am so glad. I wanted you to see him so much—all of you.” The company gathered in the drawing-room smiled sympathetically at the mother’s pride. They craned their necks about the window to get sight of the small boy. He was a white speck in the long green lawn. “Comes rather reluctantly,” observed Dr. Vessinger, with a touch of irony. “Doesn’t seem to have his mother’s taste for society!”