The nurse, tossing the wailing baby, rose and got a bottle of milk.

Maria went out.
Maria went to school the next Monday, and all the girls asked her if the baby was pretty.
"It looks like all the babies I ever saw," replied Maria guardedly.
She did not wish to descry the baby which was, after all, her sister, but she privately thought it was a terrible sight.
Gladys Mann supported her.

"Babies do all look alike," said she.
"We've had nine to our house, and I had ought to know." At first Maria used to dread to go home from school, on account of the baby.

She had a feeling of repulsion because of it, but gradually that feeling disappeared and an odd sort of fascination possessed her instead.

She thought a great deal about the baby.