The eyes were shut, the mouth closed, the pinched features rigid, as if still giving expression to pain, but there was no mistaking the sign that life had gone out of them.

It might be for a brief season, it might be for ever.
A little water was thrown into the child's face.

Its only effect was to streak the grimy skin.
"Poor little thing!" said Pinky.

"I hope she's dead." "They're tough.

They don't die easy," returned Norah.
"She isn't one of the tough kind." "Maybe not.