She had set her heart on that, sweet soul! Thank God you take after your mother's family, Arthur.

If you had been a puny, wiry, yellow baby, I wouldn't have stood godmother to you.

I should have been sure you would turn out a Donnithorne.

But you were such a broad-faced, broad-chested, loud-screaming rascal, I knew you were every inch of you a Tradgett." "But you might have been a little too hasty there, Mother," said Mr.
Irwine, smiling.

"Don't you remember how it was with Juno's last pups?
One of them was the very image of its mother, but it had two or three of its father's tricks notwithstanding.