indeed, it would be hard to say how they could have gotten
along at all if it had not been for little Antanas. It was
the one consolation of Jurgis's long imprisonment that
now he had time to look at his baby. Teta Elzbieta
would put the clothes-basket in which the baby slept
alongside of his mattress, and Jurgis would lie upon one
elbow and watch him by the hour, imagining things.
Then little Antanas would open his eyes -- he was begin~
ning to take notice of things now; and he would smile --
how he would smile! So Jurgis would begin to forget
and be happy, because he was in a world where there was
a thing so beautiful as the smile of little Antanas, and
because such a world could not but be good at the heart
of it. He looked more like his father every hour, Elzbieta
would say, and said it many times a day, because she saw
that it pleased Jurgis; the poor little terror-stricken
woman was planning all day and all night to soothe the
prisoned giant who was intrusted to her care. Jurgis,
who knew nothing about the age-long and everlasting
hypocrisy of woman, would take the bait and grin with
delight; and then he would hold his finger in front of
little Antanas's eyes, and move it this way and that, and
laugh with glee to see the baby follow it. There is no
pet quite so fascinating as a baby; he would look into
Jurgis's face with such uncanny seriousness, and Jurgis
would start and cry: _"Palauk!_ Look, Muma, he knows
his papa! He does, he does! _Tu_mano_szirdele,_ the little
rascal!"

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