"You'll kill her, goin' on so.

You're frightenin' her to death.

Give her to me this minute!" Ellen, meanwhile, that little tender blossom tossed helplessly by contending waves of love, was weeping and trembling with joy at the feel of her mother's arms and with awe and terror at this tempest of passion which she had evoked.
"Give her to me!" demanded Mrs.Zelotes Brewster.
The crowd who had followed stood gaping with working faces.

The mothers wept over their own children.

Eva stood at her sister's elbow, with a hand on one of the child's, which was laid over Fanny's shoulder.