Poor Mr. Carter said when Billy cut his teeth that a neighbour's baby can be worse than your own. He didn't like children, and the baby's crying disturbed him, so many a night I walked Billy out in the garden until daylight, while Mr. Carter and Dr. John both slept. Always his little, warm, wilty body has comforted me for the emptiness of not having a little one of my own. And he's very congenial, too, for he's slim and flowery, pink and dimply, and as mannish as his father, in funny little flashes.
tiger-hill-lottery, Judith wriggled from her with an expression of injured innocence that almost satisfied her.
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tiger-hill-lottery "There," said Jen, pointing to the inanimate form of his old servant. "He is asleep or dead.".
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