But she's not a woman to me, and she never will be.

She's my wee bairn that I took from her mother's dyin' arms and nursed at my own breast, and she'll be that wee bairn to me as long as I live.

Ye'll be up to see her, won't ye, doctor ?" "Yes, to-night.

How's Miss Jane ?" As he made the inquiry his eyes kindled and a slight color suffused his cheeks.
"She'll be better for seein' ye," the nurse answered with a knowing look.

Then in a louder and more positive tone, "Oh, ye needn't stare so with them big brown eyes o' yourn.