And I hope she doesn't know that I nearly drowned you that first morning when Susan wasn't there and I let you slip right out of my hands into the water.

Why will you be so slippery?
No, I don't like you and I never will but for all that I'm going to make a decent, upstanding infant of you.

You are going to get as fat as a self-respecting child should be, for one thing.

I am not going to have people saying 'what a puny little thing that baby of Rilla Blythe's is' as old Mrs.Drew said at the senior Red Cross yesterday.

If I can't love you I mean to be proud of you at least.".