What I want to know is—Will the baby be a boy or a girl?
Yes, 'tis always nice to know what one is going to deal with.
I hope it may die before birth.
How kind of you!
Not more so than of you.
And I trust it may grow up to be a general.
[The Old Women chuckle again.]
Some of you are very merry now. I do not quite like it.
And I do not quite like your looking so gloomy.
No quarrelling, no quarrelling! Every one must be either merry or gloomy; so let each be what she pleases.