The "mammy" was not a cry of need or uneasiness: Baby had been used to utter it without expecting either tender sound or touch to follow.
"Anybody 'ud think the angils in heaven couldn't be prettier," said Dolly, rubbing the golden curls and kissing them.

"And to think of its being covered wi' them dirty rags--and the poor mother--froze to death; but there's Them as took care of it, and brought it to your door, Master Marner.

The door was open, and it walked in over the snow, like as if it had been a little starved robin.

Didn't you say the door was open ?" "Yes," said Silas, meditatively.

"Yes--the door was open.