I would have made her so, I said, but she died at the child's birth.

Would my mother take that baby for my sake?
She did not refuse, so I named a day when I would bring it.

'Twas that day, Densie, when I took you to the museum, and on pretense of a little business I must transact at a house in Park Row, I left you for an hour, but never went back again." "No, never back again--never.

I waited so long, waited till I almost thought I heard my baby cry, and then went home; but baby was gone.
Alice, do you hear me ?--baby was gone;" and the poor, mumbling creature, rocking to and fro, buried her bony fingers in Alice's fair hair.
"Poor Densie! poor auntie!" was all Alice said, as she regarded with horror the man, who went on: "Yes, baby was gone--gone to my mother's, in a part of the city where there was no probability of its being found and I was gone, too.

You are shocked, fair maiden, and well you may be," the convict said.
"In course of time there was a daughter born to me and to Eliza; a sweet little, brown-haired, brown-eyed girl, whom we named Adaline." Instinctively every one in that room glanced at the black eyes and hair of 'Lina, marveling at the change.
"I loved this little girl, as it was natural I should, more than I loved the other, whose mother was a servant.