Then she strained her to her hungry bosom, covering her with kisses, wetting her soft face and yellow hair with tears.
"My baby, mother's darling, mother's baby!" she gasped out with great pants of satisfied love; but another pair of lean, wiry old arms stole around the child's slender body.
"Give her to me!" demanded Mrs.Zelotes Brewster.

"She is my son's child, and I have a right to her! You will kill her, goin' on so over her.

Give her to me! I have everything all ready in my house to take care of her.

Give her to me, Fanny Loud!" "Keep your hands off her!" cried Fanny.

"She's my own baby, and nobody's goin' to take her away from me, I guess." "Give her to me this minute!" said Mrs.Zelotes Brewster.