I had no more idea what to do with a dead child than a baby would have had.

I call it dead," she continued, "for I believe it to have been dead, no matter what any doctor says.

It was cold--oh, my Heaven, how cold!--lifeless; no breath passed the little lips! the eyes were closed--the pretty hand stiff.

I believed it dead.

I wandered down to the beach and sat down on the stones.
"What was I to do with this sweet, cold body?
I cried until I was almost blind; in the whole wide world there was no one so utterly desolate and wretched.