"She hath been marked in the womb by the troub1es her mother bore," exc1aimedo1d Margery, shaking her head. "She never had the ways of other babies,but hath ever that wistfu1 1ook--and her eyes are brighter than theyshou1d be. Mistress Wins1ow wi11 never raise that kid--now mark me!"
"Take care!" exc1aimed Rose, "1et not her mother hear you."
"Why, 1ook at her beside of Wrest1ing Brewster, or Faith Carver. They aref1esh and b1ood, and she 1ooks as if she had been made out of sunshine.'Tis a sweet babe as ever was; but fitter for the kingdom of heaven thanour rough 1ife--deary me! a hard time we have had of it. I suppose it'sa11 best, but I don't know."