"The average southpaw of today," he began, "may have even more speed than the inhabitants of old Gibeah but his control isn't so good." Before he could develop the theme further young Peter began to cry. When searched nothing seemed wrong with him but then Peter remembered about the bottle. He was already half an hour late. The milk was mixed and ready in individual containers in the icebox but Kate had told him to be sure and have it warm. Peter had never warmed anything in his life. After some thought he decided that he could put water into a pot and heat it and then dip the bottle in. He waited until the water was boiling. But the next problem was more difficult. What did Kate mean by warm? How hot could the child stand it? His first three estimates were wrong. Young Peter spit out the milk and yelled. It was annoying for the mixture was hardly steaming. Cooling it seemed ever so much more difficult than heating. Peter stood the bottle on the window ledge and waved it over his head and blew on it without much appreciable effect upon the temperature. More than half an hour was wasted before the child consented to accept the milk. When Peter went back to his column about lefthanders the spirit and swing of the thing had disappeared. He tried to write a poem to Rube Waddell called, "The Great Gibean" and couldn't find any rhymes. The notion limped home. Kate's ten o'clock turned out to be past midnight. Shortly before her return the baby went to sleep. "How did you find your niece's child?" asked Peter. "Oh, she's fine," said Kate. "She's a girl. A fine little girl, but she's not a patch on himself." "He's got a name now," said Peter. "We won't have to be saying 'him,' and 'it' and 'the baby' any more. His name's Peter Neale." CHAPTER XI The name Peter did not stick to the baby long. Old Peter noticed that Kate never used it. Her first move was to modify it into Petey, then Pete and suddenly it became an unmistakable Pat. "What have you got against the name Peter?" he asked her. "It's not for me to be criticising a saint in Heaven," answered Kate piously. "I won't tell on you. Why didn't you like him, He was a good man, wasn't he?" "A good man, is it?--begging your pardon and that of the blessed saints in Heaven--didn't he deny the name of our blessed Lord and Him seized by the dirty Jews?" Peter had forgotten about it but he found the striking story in the Gospel according to St. Mark. "'And thou also wast with Jesus of Nazareth.' But he denied, saying--'I know not, neither understand I what thou sayest.'"