I trusted the baby willingly to Mrs.Berry and to Providence, and did not fret; my capacity for worry, I suppose, was completely absorbed.

Mrs.Berry's letter, describing the child's improvement on the voyage and safe arrival came, I remember, the day on which John was allowed his first solid mouthful; it had been a long siege.

'Poor little wretch!' he said when I read it aloud; and after that Cecily became an episode.
She had gone to my husband's people; it was the best arrangement.

We were lucky that it was possible; so many children had to be sent to strangers and hirelings.

Since an unfortunate infant must be brought into the world and set adrift, the haven of its grandmother and its Aunt Emma and its Aunt Alice certainly seemed providential.