ThroughthewindowMartinheardthebabycrying，andthewomantryingtosootheit，butunabletodoso。Martinroseandgoingoutofthedoorandupthestepshecalledtoher。
’Mydear，Isay，mydear！’
Thewomanheard，andturnedround。
’Whydoyoustandouttherewiththebabyinthecold？Comeinside。
Youcanwraphimupbetterinawarmplace。Comethisway！’