"My dear Mrs Loper," said Mrs Twitter over a cup of tea, "it is very
kind of you to say so, and I really do think you are right, we have done
full justice to our dear wee Mita. Who would ever have thought,
remembering the thin starved sickly child she was the night that Sam
brought her in, that she would come to be such a plump, rosy, lovely
child? I declare to you that I feel as if she were one of my own."
"She is indeed a very lovely infant," returned Mrs Loper. "Don't you
think so, Mrs Larrabel?"