Don't let him slobber over your nice dress." Certainly he had not improved the corduroy, but Miss Batchelor did not seem to resent it.
"Can't you nurse him ?" she asked.
"No," said Mrs.Nevill Tyson.
"I don't believe it," said Miss Batchelor to herself.

"She isn't that sort.

It's the clever, nervous, modern women who can't nurse their children--it all runs to brains.

But these little animals! If ever there was a woman born to suckle fools, it's Mrs.Nevill Tyson.

She's got the physique, the temperament, everything.