he turned and slowly , gently , put the infant in his mother 's arms . i laughed , but warm tears were sliding down my cheeks . country life was not as up to date as town life and when it came to bus services , well they were very ancient . yet , that 's exactly what she was doing , was n't it ? we rode carefully down the road ready for what might await us . all right , if you promise to show me around after we catch some crabs , well let out some lines now . 