But not too many.

That would make the house noisy and distract her from her work.

They would be beautiful and clever; unless all the laws of heredity were to be set aside for her especial injury.

She would train them, shape them to be the heirs of her labour, bearing her message to the generations that should follow.
At a corner where the trams and buses stopped she lingered for a while, watching the fierce struggle; the weak and aged being pushed back time after time, hardly seeming to even resent it, regarding it as in the natural order of things.

It was so absurd, apart from the injustice, the brutality of it! The poor, fighting among themselves! She felt as once when watching a crowd of birds to whom she had thrown a handful of crumbs in winter time.