'I have no doubt it will be a girl.

I have a presentiment that it must be a girl.
Now child, from the moment of the birth of this girl--' 'Perhaps boy,' my mother took the liberty of putting in.
'I tell you I have a presentiment that it must be a girl,' returned Miss Betsey.

'Don't contradict.

From the moment of this girl's birth, child, I intend to be her friend.

I intend to be her godmother, and I beg you'll call her Betsey Trotwood Copperfield.