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Mr.
Button
and
the
nurse
started
violently
.
"
Because
if
you
are
,
"
went
on
the
old
man
querulously
,
"
I
wish
you
'd
get
me
out
of
this
place
--
or
,
at
least
,
get
them
to
put
a
comfortable
rocker
in
here
,
"
"
Where
in
God
's
name
did
you
come
from
?
Who
are
you
?
"
burst
out
Mr.
Button
frantically
.
"
I
ca
n't
tell
you
exactly
who
I
am
,
"
replied
the
querulous
whine
,
"
because
I
've
only
been
born
a
few
hours
--
but
my
last
name
is
certainly
Button
.
"
"
You
lie
!
You
're
an
impostor
!
"
The
old
man
turned
wearily
to
the
nurse
.
"
Nice
way
to
welcome
a
new-born
child
,
"
he
complained
in
a
weak
voice
.
"
Tell
him
he
's
wrong
,
why
do
n't
you
?
"
"
You
're
wrong
.
Mr.
Button
,
"
said
the
nurse
severely
.
"
This
is
your
child
,
and
you
'll
have
to
make
the
best
of
it
.
We
're
going
to
ask
you
to
take
him
home
with
you
as
soon
as
possible-some
time
to-day
.
"
"
Home
?
"
repeated
Mr.
Button
incredulously
.
"
Yes
,
we
ca
n't
have
him
here
.
We
really
ca
n't
,
you
know
?
"
"
I
'm
right
glad
of
it
,
"
whined
the
old
man
.
"
This
is
a
fine
place
to
keep
a
youngster
of
quiet
tastes
.
With
all
this
yelling
and
howling
,
I
have
n't
been
able
to
get
a
wink
of
sleep
.
I
asked
for
something
to
eat
"
--
here
his
voice
rose
to
a
shrill
note
of
protest
--
"
and
they
brought
me
a
bottle
of
milk
!
"
