She saw me look at it one day, and I suppose she guessed it reminded me of home.
So she stopped and let me pat its cheek and talk to it.

Then I knitted it some socks and a little jacket and other things, and that made a sort of friendship between us.

You can always win a woman's heart by taking notice of her child.

Then she got to letting me carry it about on my shoulder while she took her husband's dinner in to him, if he did not happen to be in the yard.

And when the little thing was able to totter it would hold on to my finger, and was always content to stay with me while she was away.