At one moment, you would have thought her utterly careless of it, and at another, overwhelmed with anxiety for its safety.
But I believe she was taking care of it all the time, perhaps not least when least occupied about it.

She stopped by me with a smile, and bade me good day with the sweetest voice.

I felt a wonderful liking to the child--for she produced on me more the impression of a child, though my understanding told me differently.

We talked a little, and then walked on together in the direction I had been pursuing.

I asked her about the globe she carried, but getting no definite answer, I held out my hand to take it.