But little wit was needed to learn that 'twas best to keep her out of his sight, as her sisters were kept, and this was done without difficulty, as he avoided the wing of the house where the children lived, as if it were stricken with the plague.
But the child Clorinda, it seemed, was of lustier stock than her older sisters, and this those about her soon found out to their grievous disturbance.

When Mother Posset had drawn her from under her dead mother's body she had not left shrieking for an hour, but had kept up her fierce cries until the roof rang with them, and the old woman had jogged her about and beat her back in the hopes of stifling her, until she was exhausted and dismayed.

For the child would not be stilled, and seemed to have such strength and persistence in her as surely infant never showed before.
"Never saw I such a brat among all I have brought into the world," old Posset quavered.

"She hath the voice of a six-months boy.

It cracks my very ears.