"Such a fine baby, too," he said, hesitating--the old woman mistakenly fancied it was her words that made him pause.

"I feel no good at all," he went on, as if reasoning with himself, "no good at all, losing both the mother and the child." "_She_ didn't want to live," replied Nora.

Her glances stole somewhat fearfully toward the door of the adjoining room--the bedroom where the mother lay dead.
"There wasn't nothing but disgrace ahead for both of them.
Everybody'll be glad." "Such a fine baby," muttered the abstracted young doctor.
"Love-children always is," said Nora.

She was looking sadly and tenderly down at the tiny, symmetrical form--symmetrical to her and the doctor's expert eyes.

"Such a deep chest," she sighed.
"Such pretty hands and feet.