She sniffed like a hunting hound.

"She didn't say not to go into Mrs.Mann's," said she.
"She said anywhere; I heard her tell you," said Maria.
"Mrs.Mann's ain't anywhere," said Josephine, who had a will of her own.

She rushed around and caught up the baby.

"She's most froze," said she.

"She'll get the croup if she don't get warmed up." With that, Josephine carrying the baby, Maria, Gladys, and Mrs.Mann all entered the little, squalid Mann house, as hot as a conservatory and reeking with the smell of boiled molasses.
When Josephine and Maria and the baby started out again, Maria turned to Josephine.
"Now," said she, "if you don't let me push her as far as the corner of our street, I'll tell how you took her into Mrs.Mann's.