Ten months! Said my father with a sigh. Ten months! And I have not finished fifty pages of my refutation of Wolfe' s monstrous theory! In ten months a child -and I' ll be bound complete-hands, feet, eyes, ears, and nose and not like this poor Infant of Mind (and my father pa thetically placed his hand on the treatise) of which nothing is formed and shaped — not even the first joint of the little finger Why, my wife is a precious woman Well, keep her quiet. Heaven preserve her, and send me strength to support this blessing!