Ben took the baby from Elijah and looked at it. "Good gracious. It's tiny. I reckon it's no more than a few days old." He had seen enough babies in his life to make an estimation. The children came in. Only four of them were left. Alice and Anne were young ladies of sixteen and fifteen now. They had put on something over their nightgowns. The boys, William and Bram were thirteen and eight.
"Is it yours?" Bram asked.
"Of course it's not." Ben replied. The baby woke up from all the noise and started crying again. He put the baby down on the table, and unwrapped the cloth. It was a boy - as was also demonstrated when the baby started peeing over Ben. Ben quickly wrapped up the shawl. "Anne, quickly. Find something else to wrap him in!"