"He'll be a good husband to you, Henrietta--kind to the children." "I'd be kind to them even if she wouldn't marry me," the stout lover answered.

"I want 'em.

I've told myself sometimes that I ought to have been the mother of six--not the father but the mother.

And I'm not joking." "I don't believe you are, Mr.Jenkinson," said Dowie.
* * * * * As she sat before the window in the scrap of a parlour and held the sleeping new baby on her comfortable lap, she was thinking of this and feeling glad that poor Jem's widow and children were so well provided for.

It would be highly respectable and proper.