What a wonderful nurse and mother you are! Was ever there anything so lovable?
And that she should be ours, to hold and to love, and to make happy.

These last eight days in Paris, in and out, have made me so homesick for those I love, that you will never know what the delays meant.

I felt just the way poor women feel who kidnap babies.

In the parks I know the nurse-maids are afraid of me.

I stick my head under the hoods of the baby carriages, and stop and stand watching them at play.