She went into the kitchen, carrying the tiny bundle so tenderly as if the babe was her own. At first, she looked at the young girl who was speaking to her and she said in reply, "I will try my best to see that the babe is alright." Then she did what mothers did and prepared herself for nursing the child. Soon, the babe was suckling greedily at a pained breast and Iris was soon singing a soft song to the little one.