That young un there never lets up squalling, day or night.

I've just got that I take no notice of it." Rilla tiptoed gingerly over to the cradle and more gingerly still pulled down the dirty blanket.

She had no intention of touching the baby--she had no "knack with kids" either.

She saw an ugly midget with a red, distorted little face, rolled up in a piece of dingy old flannel.

She had never seen an uglier baby.