She is a fine vessel, this little daughter of yours.

Pray excuse me if I speak plainly.

She has been doing far too much for her age and her strength.

Haven't you noticed that she is pulled down to earth?
Those babies, Mr.Gray--they are remarkably fat and heavy; they are killing Mary." "Her mother died of consumption," Walter Gray said, his face whitening with terror.
"Ah!" the old lady thought; "she is the child of his heart.

Those three twins are merely the children of his home.