He was at once proud-looking and homely-looking.

He laid his hand on the child's uplifted head.

She said--"Kiss Polly." He kissed her.

I wished she would utter some hysterical cry, so that I might get relief and be at ease.

She made wonderfully little noise: she seemed to have got what she wanted--_all_ she wanted, and to be in a trance of content.