The baby is real pretty, dressed up in its nice little clothes.
It has black eyes and the dearest, tiny hands." "I must go and see it.

I just love babies," said Anne, smiling to herself over a thought too dear and sacred to be put into words.
"I don't say but what they're nice," admitted Miss Cornelia.

"But some folks seem to have more than they really need, believe ME.

My poor cousin Flora up at the Glen had eleven, and such a slave as she is! Her husband suicided three years ago.

Just like a man!" "What made him do that ?" asked Anne, rather shocked.
"Couldn't get his way over something, so he jumped into the well.