Is that your young one?
Speak up quick." Harry, hugging the child to his breast, looked at the stout woman.
"Yes," he replied, "she is mine, and I have been looking for her all day.

Where--Did you ?" "No, I didn't," said the stout woman, emphatically.

"_She_ did.

I don't never meddle with other folks' children.

I 'ain't never been married, and I 'ain't never wanted to be.