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"Everything's all right," replied Vale, uncomfortable again.
They waited at the bottom of the stairs for Fawnie, who came down carrying the baby.
The powder had been washed off, and she was radiant with pride in the child in his snowy new rabbit-skin coat and cap. The Vicar stared at him in astonished admiration. And, indeed, he had the composed air of a princling. His golden-brown skin, his long greenish eyes, the bright curl on his forehead were charming.
"You must bring him to me and have him christened," said Mr. Ramsey.
"All right," said Derek. "His name is Buckskin."
