She only compared it with the child's usual standard, and thought, "She is not so handsome as my mamma," and went on making great eyes at the baby.
She was not aware that the person she was obliging was Mrs.Lovejoy, an old neighbor of the Parlins, who had once been very angry with Susy, saying sarcastic words to her, which even now Susy could not recall without a quiver of pain.
For some time Dotty danced the lumpish baby up and down, sustained in her tedious task by remembering the honeyed compliments its mother had given her.
"I should think they _would_ be proud of me at home; but nobody ever said so before.

O, dear, what a homely baby! Little bits of eyes, like huckleberries.

'Twill have to wear a head-dress when it grows up, for it hasn't any hair.

I'm glad it isn't my brother, for then I should have to hold him the whole time, and he weighs more'n I do." Dotty sighed heavily.
"That woman's gone to sleep.

She'll dream it's night, and p'rhaps she won't wake up till we get to Boston.