The woman, who was very small and lean but wiry, a bundle of muscles and nerve, ran up to the baby-carriage, and pulled it back to its proper status, and began at once quieting the frightened baby and scolding the girls.
"Hush, hush," cooed she to the baby.

"Did it think it was goin' to get hurted ?" Then to the girls: "Ain't you ashamed of yourselves, two great girls fightin' right in the street, and most tippin' the baby over.

S'posin' you had killed him ?" Then Josephine burst forth in a great wail of wrath and pain.

The bringing down of the carriage had increased her agony, for Maria still clung to her hair.
"Oh, oh, oh!" howled Josephine, her head straining back.

"She's most killin' me." "An' I'll warrant you deserve it," said the woman.