"How many?
Do tell me about them!" "I have had six," said Mrs.Merston dully.

"They are all dead." She clenched her hands at Sylvia's quick exclamation of pity, but she gave no other sign of emotion.
"They all die in infancy," she said.

"It's partly the climate, partly that I am overworked--worn out.

He--" with infinite bitterness--"can't see it.

Men don't--or won't.