She carried a boy-baby in her arms: hitherto a girl-baby, apparently about a year old, had been the youngest.

Three of the bigger girls were her nurses, but they shared their treasure with all the rest.

Among the Little Ones, dolls were unknown; the bigger had the smaller, and the smaller the still less, to tend and play with.
Lona came to me and laid the infant in my arms.

The baby opened his eyes and looked at me, closed them again, and fell asleep.
"He loves you already!" said the girl.
"Where did you find him ?" I asked.
"In the wood, of course," she answered, her eyes beaming with delight, "-- where we always find them.

Isn't he a beauty?
We've been out all night looking for him.