It was a sickly thing.

Old Thomas and his wife took it--as if they hadn't enough of their own." "It didn't die," said Anne, smiling.

"I was that baby." "You don't say so! Why, you have grown," exclaimed the woman, as if she were much surprised that Anne was not still a baby.

"Come to look at you, I see the resemblance.

You're complected like your pa.