Ernest laughed, almost coldly at her assertions about little Bumby. "Well, I hardly looked at him for the first couple of years. Don't you remember, he had a very competent cat to look after him, when his mother couldn't, you see?" he pointed out, feeling quite as if he wanted to scream.
But then she was talking about her powers, and for some strange reason it seemed to bring him back to reality, however strange that reality was for now.
"Aw, do you have special powers like your mama, darling?" he asked of the little, gurgling baby in his arms, every bit the doting father he didn't think he was.