She gave her white skirts an angry switch and started.

It was not very long after she had turned her second corner before she saw Maria and the baby ahead of her.
Josephine then ran.

She was a stout girl, and she plunged ahead heavily until she came up with Maria.

The first thing Maria knew, Josephine had grabbed the handle of the carriage--two red girl hands appeared beside her own small, gloved ones.
"Here, gimme this baby to once," gabbled Josephine in the thick speech of her kind.
Maria looked at her.

"The time isn't up, and you know it isn't, Josephine," said she.