“A girl-baby?”
“Yes,” smiling down at her, “a girl-baby.”
“Poor little girl-baby! Poor little girl-baby!” she said, pressing her lips to baby’s hair.
“What were you thinking when the baby ran into your arms just now?”
“I was thinking,” holding the beruffled little figure closer, “that it isn’t such a hard world, after all, for little girls to grow up in.”