For you know how it is, Fan; they must keep 'em half starved and as sick as they will bear without dying right off, so as to make 'em look pitiful.

You can't do much at begging with a fat, hearty-looking baby." "What's to be done about it ?" asked Mrs.Bray.

"I don't want that baby to die." "Would its mother know it if she saw it ?" asked Pinky.
"No; for she never set eyes on it." "Then, if it dies, get another baby, and keep track of that.

You can steal one from a drunken mother any night in the week.

I'll do it for you.