Then Gladys waxed fairly fierce.

She paid no attention whatever to her mother.
"You jest go round an' ketch on to the kid's wagin," said she, "an' I'll take care of her." With that her strong little hands made a vicious clutch at Josephine's braids.
Maria sprang for the baby-carriage.

She straightened the lace hood, she tucked in the fur robe, and put on the mittens.

The baby's screams subsided into a grieved whimper.

"Did great wicked girls come and plague sister's own little precious ?" said Maria.