"And she did not even look at it." He did not start, but he hesitated in a way which almost produced the effect of a start.

Long afterward I remembered it.
"The child!" he said.

"Yes.

But I was sitting on the other side.

And I was so absorbed in the poor mother that I am afraid I scarcely saw it.
Tell me about it." "It was not six years old, poor mite," I answered.