Then she added to Maria--she was entirely impartial in her scolding--"Let go of her, ain't you shamed." Then to the baby, "Did he think he was goin' to get hurted ?" "He's a girl!" cried Maria in a frenzy of indignation.

"He is not a boy, he is a girl." She still clung desperately to Josephine's hair, who in her turn clung to the baby-carriage.
Then Gladys came out of the house, in a miserable, thin, dirty gown, and she was Maria's ally.
"Let that baby go!" she cried to Josephine.

She tugged fiercely at Josephine's white skirt.
"Gladys Mann, you go right straight into the house.

What be you buttin' in for!" screamed her mother.

"You let that girl's hair alone.