The people won't stand it if they think a baby's going to die--the women 'specially, and most of all the young things that have lost babies.

One of these--I know 'em by the way they look out of their eyes--came twice to-day and stood over him sad and sorrowful like; she didn't give me anything.

I've seen her before.
Maybe she's his mother.

As like as nor, for nobody knows where he came from.

Wasn't Sally Long's baby; always thought she'd stole him from somebody.