Explore "Bruvver Jim's Baby" by Philip Verrill Mighels on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
For a moment after the quaint little pilgrim had spoken, the miner / stared at him almost in awe. Had a gold nugget dropped at his feet / from the sky his amazement could scarcely have been greater.
"What's that? " he said. "Nobody wants you, little boy? What's the / matter with me and the pup? " And taking the tiny chap up in his arms / he sat in the doorway and held him snugly to his rough, old heart and / rocked back and forth, in a tumult of feeling that nothing could / express.