"Ever so much more company for you than a little brother would have been, Maria." Maria was silent.

She trembled and felt cold, although the night was so warm.
"Weighs seven pounds," said Aunt Maria, in a hard voice.
Maria returned home a week from that day.

She travelled alone from Boston, and her father met her in New York.

He looked strange to her.
He was jubilant, and yet the marks of anxiety were deep.

He seemed very glad to see Maria, and talked to her about her little sister in an odd, hesitating way.
"Her name is Evelyn," said Harry.
Maria said nothing.