"Is she here?"
"Ay, she's here."
"Would she come to me too?"
But the old woman shook her head.
"She's not over strong yet," she said grimly. "I'll come back and sit wi' yo'."
"How old is it?"
"Seven days."
"Seven days! Seven days!" She was wondering vaguely where she would be in seven days.
"It looked very happy," she said presently. "Its father was surely a good man."
"They're none too many," said the old woman, as she turned to go. "I'll get my supper and come back t' yo'."