I hev seen that every poor nursing woman hes hed some soup and tea and that these thirty-four little ones were well and properly fed.

Now I am going home to save every drop of milk I can spare for them." "Is it fair for Metwold to send her starving children here ?" "If thou could see them, John, thou would never ask that question.

Some of them are under three years old.

They are only skin and bone, they are as white as if they were dead--helpless, enfeebled, crippled, and, John, three of them are stone blind from starvation!" "O my God!" cried John, in an acute passion of pity and entreaty.
"Every sign of severe and speechless misery is on their small, shrunken faces and that dreadful, searching look that shows the desperate hunger of a little child.

John, I cried over every one of them.