"And see here," she continued as Mother Hewitt reached her arms for the baby; "I don't believe you're doing the right thing.

Did he have plenty of milk last night and this morning ?" "Just as much as he would take." "I don't believe it.

He's been frettin' and chawin' at the strings of his hood all the afternoon, when he ought to have been asleep, and he's looking punier every day.

I believe you're giving him only bread and water." But Mother Hewitt protested that she gave him the best of new milk, and as much as he would take.
"Well, here's a quarter," said the woman, handing Mother Hewitt some money; "and see that he is well fed to-night and to-morrow morning.

He's getting 'most too deathly in his face.